Ling Fei's heart faltered.
Her face was slightly pallid, but still radiant and enchanting. She lightly pursed her lips and said softly, "And there's that pen. It's a gift from an important friend of mine. It can't be lost."
"Can't be lost?" Feng Xiao raised his eyebrows, adding a touch of mischief to his gaze. "Then come and get it quickly. If you don't want to end up in the water again, don't run about! Be obedient!"
His voice was low, yet his words were filled with warnings.
"Okay."
Ling Fei softly answered, continued walking ahead.
In the grass on the cliff, Ling Fei quickly found the electric baton. Holding the baton, she gazed at the beach below.
Feng Xiao was slightly tilting his head, laughing as he looked at her.
His eyes shimmering, the meaning hidden within was hard to decipher.