"Hehe, so you know what tickling feels like too, huh?" Song Yun whispered in Li Shishi's ear, "You didn't think about whether I'd get ticklish when you brushed your hair against the tip of my nose just now. Only two more hours to go."
"Ah, I'm wrong, Song Yun, I really know I'm wrong. Please don't touch my belly anymore, it's so ticklish," Li Shishi pleaded with a crumpled face.
"There will be something even more ticklish in a moment." Song Yun's hands slowly moved upward, and with Li Shishi already weakened, she had no power to resist and could only watch Song Yun mischievously continue.
"Song Yun, don't move your hands up any further, I beg you, please spare me this once?" Li Shishi's eyes shimmered with a tearful plea.
"Let you off the hook, huh? It's not impossible," Song Yun teased cryptically. "But…"
"But what? Just tell me, and I'll agree to anything," Li Shishi said pitifully. "They are about to wake up, and if you keep going, they'll see us."