An Ziqi was terribly ticklish on ordinary days, and whenever Xiao Moli deliberately teased her, she laughed uncontrollably, too preoccupied begging for mercy.
"Ha ha, stop... I'll talk, I'll talk."
Then Xiao Moli ceased his actions, regarding her with interest.
An Ziqi's face flushed as she leaned in and whispered quickly into his ear.
Xiao Moli chuckled and nipped at her cheek, saying with profound meaning, "Oh, I didn't expect that. So, you like this sort."
"I... I do not." An Ziqi was so embarrassed she couldn't look at him and swatted at him lightly.
Xiao Moli adored her shy demeanor and, with a laugh, lifted her chin and leaned down to kiss her lips again.
Their breaths mingled. An Ziqi, with her hands decorously wrapped around his neck, let him draw in her breath.
Xiao Moli held her with one arm while the other protected her slightly swollen belly.
After a tender, lingering kiss, Xiao Moli said huskily in her ear, "Let's try this tonight."
