"I trick you, and you should be happy about it. I usually can't be bothered to trick anyone else!" Chen Nan laughed.
"You smelly fool, tricking me like that, see how I'm going to deal with you!"
Su Qingqing swung her small fists like raindrops pounding on his chest, which tickled him as if scratching an itch, making Chen Nan reluctant to stop her because it was just too comfortable, almost like a massage!
"Oh my, this is soooo comfy!" Chen Nan said with a face full of bliss. "A little harder, yes, a bit more force, a bit to the left, right there, good good, you hit the spot, you're as good as a massage therapist."
Su Qingqing had the urge to go crazy—she was trying to beat him up, and there he was, enjoying it, saying she was giving him a massage.
"What a thick-skinned guy."
After several ineffective punches, Su Qingqing changed her strategy.
