The car sped along, the moonlight outside tranquil as water, Gong Beiming's hands on the steering wheel as the vehicle smoothly progressed, light and shadow flitting quickly across his cheeks.
His exquisite features, both handsome and deep-set, seemed somewhat dreamlike beneath the light and shadow.
"Uh, Gong Beiming, I had a dream last night. I dreamt I was on a cruise ship…" Chi Xiaoyu suddenly remembered this.
An abrupt screech of brakes, and the car came to a sudden halt.
His large hand quickly grasped her small one, urgency in his eyes, "A cruise ship? What else?"
Chi Xiaoyu held her face with both hands, pushing her hair back behind her ears with effort, "It was so dreamy, and unclear… I seemed to be on the cruise ship with my mother, then we said we were meeting a young Master Gong. The reason I'm telling you is that you also have the surname Gong. Do you think it's a coincidence?"
His brows knitted slightly, his hand gently smoothing her bangs.