Gong Beiming's eyes were unmistakably wrong, dark and deep with an evil aura that was too sinister to look directly into.
So hot—she felt like her entire body was roasting on a fire, her blood ablaze.
"Baby Chi ... help me, I'm about to explode!"
His voice was feverishly hoarse as he discarded his suit jacket onto the floor and edged closer to her, step by step.
Chi Xiaoyu saw trouble coming and turned to flee, but Gong Beiming was faster, his large hand had already grabbed her ankle, sending her tumbling uncontrollably onto the soft bed.
By the time she clumsily scrambled up, Gong Beiming had already pinned her legs down, tearing off the tie around his neck and tossing it aside.
Next was his shirt—those bloodshot eyes stared wickedly at her as if she were a delicious ice cream he was yearning to devour.
"Hey, Gong Beiming, did that medicine make you crazy? Let me go, and I'll get you an antidote!"
