"Hahaha! Don't!"
On the Qingtian Flying Boat, a string of laughter as clear as silver bells rang out.
Beiqing Fengyu and others stood at the front control panel without moving, their faces showing unwavering focus, afraid of seeing anything they shouldn't.
Meanwhile, behind them, on a large bed usually used for rest, Luo Qingtong laughed while desperately avoiding Ye Qianming.
The man, clad in black, was tall and handsome, strikingly attractive and commanding.
Yet, no matter how he tried to snatch, he couldn't succeed against Luo Qingtong.
The girl arched her body, tightly guarding something in her arms, refusing to let Ye Qianming take it.
Afraid of hurting her, Ye Qianming couldn't use his strength, biting his teeth in frustration as he looked at her.
"Luo Qingtong!"
He growled softly in anger.
"I'll say it again, hand it over!"
"No!"
Luo Qingtong stuck out her tongue at him, her face full of mischievousness and liveliness.
