"Mi Xiaoshen, confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be dealt with severely. If you don't talk, I'm going to have to scratch you," Mao Beibei threatened as she extended her two "claws."
Mi Shen shivered and submitted, "I confess, I choose leniency, mercy from the claws of Warrior Mao."
She, Mi Shen, always stood tall and proud, but was always brought down by Mao Beibei, who without fail used the tickle attack. Mao Beibei even had a proud name for it—Mao-style Scratch-n-Tickle.
What Mi Shen feared most were her tickling claws.
She scooted to the side and gathered her thoughts, then braced herself and began, "I was in the car just now..."
Mao Beibei pursued relentlessly, "With who?"
"...Li Fengchang."
Mao Beibei's eyes immediately shone with excitement, her face lighting up with enthusiasm for gossip, a trace of understanding flashing in her eyes, "You two are so thrilling."
"It's not what you think..."
