Ah, it's so easy to think dirty thoughts by mistake, but they were really just innocently scratching an itch.
"Haha, I can't take it anymore, Chao Lian, stop tickling!"
Sun Erhu quickly begged for mercy, and just as Chao Lian thought to stop, Yang Ruoruo reminded her, "You're only at fifteen, you can't stop!"
"Can you tickle somewhere else? Don't keep tickling the same spot, I can't stand it, hurry up and count!" Sun Erhu began to moan in ecstasy.
Only then did Chao Lian realize she had been tickling Sun Erhu's most ticklish spot, so she switched to his waist. That should be fine, right?
But Sun Erhu began to laugh even harder.
Having barely survived the count of thirty, both of their clothes were now disheveled, and Sun Erhu's buttons had been torn open a few, looking as if they'd just had a fierce battle.
Chao Lian's head hung low, her face so red it seemed like it could bleed.
"You're my woman, we should be intimate, don't be shy," Sun Erhu soothed her with a sentence.
