"What did you say?" Zhuo Xiangqiao's hand began to reach for the itchiest spots on Lin Yue's body, scratching her while incessantly taunting from within, "Who did you say is a pig... who's the pig..."
Lin Yue was naturally very ticklish, and now that her most sensitive spots were under Zhuo Xiangqiao's control, she surrendered immediately, "Ah... let go... hahaha..."
Seeing how ineffective she was against his tickling, Zhuo Xiangqiao finally stopped. After he had ceased his actions, Lin Yue finally caught her breath. She wiped away the tears she had laughed out and glared intensely at Zhuo Xiangqiao sitting beside her, who knew just the trick to use against her.
Zhuo Xiangqiao gave her a sidelong glance. A move didn't have to be new as long as it was effective; he wouldn't disdain his own tactics for being cliché. "If I'm the pig, then you're a sow! This is what they call a duet," he said before starting the car and leaving the hotel's underground parking lot.
