Having received Wang Yong's reply, Chen Chunhua let out a soft laugh.
"Mrs. Chunhua, what are you laughing at?" Li Qiang heard her voice and thought she might have taken offense at his prior attempt to console her. His heart pounded with anxiety, fearful that her next sentence might be a rebuttal, insisting on divorcing Wang Yong.
"Me? I just thought of something amusing."
"What amusing thing?"
"Hehe, I'm not telling you." Chen Chunhua's eyes danced with mischief as her hand, resting on his waist, gently stroked forward, wandering up to his chest, feeling the little bumps through the fabric.
Li Qiang tensed up, his voice stiffened, "Mrs. Chunhua, didn't you just say you weren't going to tease me anymore?"
"Hehe, that was then, this is now."
His little nipples stood erect, small as they were, but quite noticeable beneath Chen Chunhua's fingertips as she lightly pinched and rolled them between her thumb and forefinger.
