Wang Xiaolong was in a playful mood.
He was just enjoying the delicate touch between his fingers, utterly unaware that this action was driving Liu Qian to desperation.
She had already made her preparations.
And because of anticipation mixed with a tinge of nervousness, she slowly closed her lovely eyes.
But just as she was longing for the storm to hurry up and arrive, she failed to notice any movement from Wang Xiaolong for quite some time.
Feeling the tickling sensation on the sole of her foot, a few of her snow-white toes curled slightly, adding an even cuter and more enticing charm.
"Xiao Long, stop... stop tickling me," she said.
Wang Xiaolong grinned: "Qian, your feet are really pretty!"
Hearing the compliment, Liu Qian couldn't help but smile with pursed lips.
But inside, she was still extremely anxious. Too embarrassed to express it, she didn't respond but instead offered up another kiss.
