"Nolan, hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"
Someone urged.
After struggling a bit, he found the ties were too tight, making his entire body immobile.
It's uncomfortable, itching, damn it, he wanted to yell out loud.
With a flick of her index finger, Nolan Bihan raised her neck and said: "Beg me, beg me loudly, beg me..."
Unhappy, Li Zhongnan called out: "You are deliberately provoking me, aren't you? Beware, I'm strong! A few ropes can't hold me; I can break them with a little twitch of my wrist. If you keep this up, don't blame me for turning the tables!"
Nolan Bihan threatened: "You dare? Tomorrow, I'm taking Hai Zi and leaving!"
As her words fell, there was a smack, and a slap immediately followed.
"Ah!" he sighed in relief.
Shortly after, he complained, "Nolan, listen, you've been at this for over an hour. If you keep pushing me – if anything happens, you'll be a widow."
"Beg me?"
Nolan Bihan continued her teasing.
