Xu Qigang's deep eyes seemed to harbor a vortex as he looked at her intently.
He had no desire to let her go out; he wished he could lock her by his side every moment. By mid-morning, his thoughts had already drifted back to her.
"When will you go back?"
"I've only been here for half a day!" Sheng Ning was reluctant to leave.
"It's one night plus half a day!" Captain Xu had calculated very clearly.
"Then I don't want to go back either."
"Qigang..." Sheng Ning felt particularly feeble. Yet, ironically, it was he who regained his composure first—it was so unfair.
"What did you call me?"
"Qigang... Qigang..."
"No!" The man was dissatisfied.
"Say it, what do you call me?" His profound eyes flickered with flames as he looked at her unwaveringly.
"My dear, my dear..." She wanted to kiss him, but Xu Qigang, mischievously, wouldn't let her. Sheng Ning had no choice but to keep repeating, "My dear, my dear..."
