Dozens More?

Gulp, gulp. Su Qi rested her head on her wife Wang Yun's lap, atop those long, shapely legs clad in black stockings, breathing in the faint scent of

orchids.

She drained in one gulp the large glass of water her wife Zi Jin handed over.

Actually, Su Qi had wanted to refuse this glass of water, which would let her wives bully her even more thoroughly.

At first, Su Qi had intended to refuse.

The reason she had objected

was that, being highly intelligent, she had already begun making her own little calculations yesterday when her wives arrived.

This morning, Su Qi had already tried her best to drink less water.

Her goal was to make her wives notice, while they were bullying her, that the little tiger was too exhausted. Then they would let her go and end the Pinocchio Activity early.

Of course, aside from that, Su Qi had another minor objective reason for refusing the water, which was this.

As the husband, Su Qi could not simply drink whenever her wives brought her water.

Otherwise, would she not lose the dignity of being a husband?

So why was Su Qi obediently drinking this glass of water now?

That was because her wife Wang Yun had employed a few little methods.

The gentle lap pillow and those soft, warm thighs carrying a faint fragrance counted as one method.

But the more important method was that Su Qi had discovered her weak points—her left and right feet—were already being held in the palms of her wives An Ning and Bai Miao.

Feeling the gentle strokes against the sensitive spots on the soles of her feet, Su Qi's body trembled again and again.

After that, forced by the coercion of her wives, Su Qi still drank the entire large glass