"No, you're not allowed to take off your clothes..." Chi Xiaoyu cried out.
"Didn't you say the loser has to take off their clothes?" he smirked wickedly.
"Of course not, I said satisfy a request. Taking off clothes was your request, not mine!"
Gong Beiming laughed, and his slender fingers casually settled down, his hands seizing Chi Xiaoyu's shoulders, the words coming out seemed to carry a hint of drunkenness.
"Fine, little seductress, how do you want to play?"
Chi Xiaoyu took out the paper and pen she had prepared earlier, "Hmm, I have a friend who can tell fortunes. Let's see if your name goes well with mine?"
"Names?" He slightly furrowed his brows, but since it was her request, he didn't show any hesitation.
Taking the pen from her hand, he boldly signed his name next to the handwriting of Chi Xiaoyu.
His handwriting was bold and free, like a flying dragon and a dancing phoenix...
Chi Xiaoyu stared at the handwriting, in a daze.
