At last, he frowned slightly and said in a muffled voice, "Yiyi, that's enough... Stop playing around..."
"Hmph!" Xia Weiyi glanced at him and kept kneading, her technique much like that of kneading dough...
Ye Che really couldn't stand this little thing anymore. He finally understood the 'double-sided assault' Huoda had described, a pain like thousands of ants nibbling at his heart, ticklish and uncomfortable, yet irresistible.
He turned his head to look at Xia Weiyi, as she continued to squeeze the ointment between her hands, rubbing it and closing her eyes, seemingly quite pleased with herself, treating the torment she inflicted on him as a particularly gratifying achievement.
Taking advantage of the moment she was preoccupied with the ointment, Ye Che quietly turned over, laying face up on the bed, with his eyes—enigmatic and intriguing—fixed interestedly on her next move.
