Xu Jiaqi took Xie Yongrui's feather pen and began tickling him using the brush in the most bizarre positions. His hands couldn't move, but they weren't restrained. The outcome would have to depend on Xie Yongrui's tenacity on following this onslaught of punishment. How long he could hold back from regaining control.
Xie Yongrui's lips were tightened. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. No words could even begin to describe the sensations he was feeling right now. He was torn between feeling confused and pleasured. He felt squeamish, like he was entirely exposed in front of the one he loved.
In exchange, he wasn't able to see her at all, which brought anguish to him. He didn't resist her touches, which brought a delirious experience to him. The fact that behind this thin cloth covering his eyes, his beloved person must be having a lot of fun doing whatever she wanted.
