Lin Zhiyi quite admired Gong Chen's surprised look.
In both past and present lives, he always took the lead in such matters.
She finally managed to turn the tables.
And, she knew one more thing.
Gong Chen's sensitive spot.
The navel.
Not to be touched at all.
He's ticklish.
A bit unable to handle it.
Lin Zhiyi gently touched Gong Chen's lips, while her hand secretly moved downwards, sighing inwardly upon feeling his abs.
His physique really remains excellent as ever.
She then felt the protrusion at his waist, a scar left from a gunshot wound.
Touching it for the first time, her eyes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but focus on the man in front of her.
His dark eyes were soft and flowing, staring back at her intently.
Her fingers rubbed the scar, then switched to aim for the target...
"Uh..."
A faint moan escaped from her lips.
Her wrist tightened, firmly grasped by the man.