"What are you muttering about?"
Qin Beiming gazed intently at her, and seeing her pale pink earlobes gradually turning crimson, he couldn't help but chuckle.
Hearing the soft laughter coming from above, Ling Mo was slightly annoyed and said calmly:
"Could you have misheard? I wasn't muttering anything."
"I think I misheard."
To ease her embarrassment, Qin Beiming considerately looked away, his deep, magnetic voice overflowing with doting affection.
Seeing that Qin Beiming had stopped teasing her, Ling Mo nodded in satisfaction and then began to tell him about the precautions to take when skiing.
After explaining for about ten minutes, she inadvertently noticed that Qin Beiming's gaze had fallen on her face again. She felt her face burning, so she made up an excuse to let go of his hand, turned around, and glided away for quite a distance.
Perhaps she turned around too quickly, because she was momentarily caught off guard and almost bumped into the burly man coming from the opposite direction.
"careful..."
Seeing this, Qin Beiming quickly stepped forward, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her into his arms around the waist.
Ling Mo blinked, and after only a fraction of a second on his chest, he reflexively leaned back, creating a small distance between them.
She was surprised that she would make a fool of herself in front of him one after another, and felt extremely embarrassed.
After a long silence, she finally spoke in a muffled voice, saying softly:
Thank you.
"Thank me for what?"
Qin Beiming suddenly bent down, brought his face close to Ling Mo's, and asked in a low voice.
He had already noticed that she seemed unusually shy today. He had given up on teasing her, but seeing her flushed face, he couldn't resist and started to flirt with her again, teetering on the edge of getting a beating.
As expected, after Ling Mo realized that Qin Beiming seemed to be deliberately teasing her, she puffed out her cheeks angrily and asked in an unfriendly tone:
"Third Master, didn't you say you couldn't ski? I feel like you're lying to me."
"I didn't know how before. Thanks to Teacher Xiaoling's excellent teaching, I found the knack in just a few minutes." A faint smile appeared on Qin Beiming's lips, and his address of "Teacher Xiaoling" was particularly charming.
"..."
Ling Mo's lips twitched violently. She had a feeling that Qin Beiming was lying to her, but since she couldn't find any evidence, she had no choice but to give up.
However, after learning that Qin Beiming himself knew how to ski, she lost interest in giving a live lesson and said listlessly:
"I'm done playing. I'm going back to the locker room to change."
"It's still early, why don't we go to the shooting range next door? If you don't know how, I can teach you." This time, Qin Beiming had learned his lesson and dared not lie about not knowing how to shoot.
"What's so fun about shooting? You could hit it with your eyes closed."
Ling Mo shrugged, thinking to himself that only a stupid child would like such childish leisure activities.
If it were real shooting, she could actually get a little interested.
Qin Beiming had long known that Ling Mo was extremely skilled in martial arts, but he hadn't expected her to be so adept at shooting as well.
Realizing that he could no longer hold her in his arms and teach her how to shoot, he felt somewhat disappointed.
After all that trouble, he realized that Gu Tingbai's suggestion was the most practical.
Rather than taking Ling Mo skiing, shooting, or riding a drop tower, it's better to let her take him to play games.
After pondering for a while, Qin Beiming was about to send out a game invitation when he saw that Ling Mo had already entered the women's changing room first, so he had no choice but to give up.
Immediately afterwards, he put away his skateboard and went into the men's locker room.
Just as I was about to change out of my heavy ski suit, a dozen or so burly men dressed as ski resort staff suddenly appeared in front of me.
"Who sent you?"
Qin Beiming's eyes sharpened, and he instantly sensed that something was amiss.
"Heh...so vigilant?"
The burly man at the head of the group sneered, and as he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to his accomplices to act together.
Qin Beiming smiled but said nothing. He grabbed the skis tucked into his waistband and slammed them down on the burly man in the lead.
With a muffled thud, a long, bloody gash appeared on the burly man's forehead.
"Damn it, they actually launched a sneak attack?"
The burly man spat out a mouthful of cold saliva, then pulled a syringe from his pocket and lunged menacingly at Qin Beiming.
Qin Beiming glanced at the transparent liquid in the syringe in the burly man's hand and knew that the newcomer's intentions were not as simple as threats and intimidation.
"Liang Feifan's men?"
He asked tentatively.
"So what if I am? Do you want to take revenge? I bet you won't live past tonight."
The burly man at the head of the group, relying on his superior numbers, was extremely arrogant. He raised the syringe in his hand haphazardly, as if he wanted to stab Qin Beiming.
Qin Beiming turned to the side and kicked out from mid-air, knocking down five or six people.
Realizing that these burly men were extremely mediocre in combat, Qin Beiming simply said:
"If you want to die, then bring it on."
"Your death is imminent, yet you still dare to spout such nonsense! Brothers, let's attack together!" The burly man at the head of the group hadn't expected Qin Beiming to be so difficult to deal with. His slightly wide nostrils flared as he looked furious.
Qin Beiming, too lazy to waste words with them, stepped forward, grabbed the burly man's arm, twisted it into a pretzel with a "crack," and snatched the syringe from his hand, coldly asking:
"Tell me. What's in the syringe?"
"Boss, spare me! The syringe only contains a small amount of sedative; it's not lethal."
The burly man at the head glanced at his limp, hanging arm and a sudden sense of apprehension arose in his heart. He dared not underestimate his opponent again, so he quickly softened his expression and begged for mercy.
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