Chi Xiaoyu nestled in Gong Beiming's embrace, looking up at the brilliant stars scattered across the sky, her fingers counting them one by one.
Gong Beiming had drunk some alcohol, and his face was buried in the soft nape of her neck, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her hair.
"Baby, with your IQ, you're only suited to count the moon. Let me handle counting the stars," he chuckled softly.
Chi Xiaoyu turned her head and bit down on his arm, a little too forcefully, prompting him to let out a low grunt of pain.
"Biting down so hard?"
"Hmph, that's for always picking on me!"
Chi Xiaoyu grabbed Gong Beiming's cheeks with both hands, coquettishly.
She looked up inadvertently and suddenly screamed, sliding off from Gong Beiming's body.
Gong Beiming reacted quickly as well, promptly standing up and shielding Chi Xiaoyu behind him.
At that moment, several black-clad agents escorted a man in a suit with a leather collar out, while several dark gun muzzles also pointed at them.
