Before she could finish, Mo Wang had already grabbed her feet.
"!!!"
Changye Yue went completely rigid, watching helplessly as Mo Wang took off her little leather boots, revealing the small feet in knee-high socks inside.
"L-let go of me!" she struggled, blushing, only to realize her strength was nothing in front of Mo Wang.
Mo Wang turned a deaf ear to her. With quick, practiced movements, he stripped off her socks, leaving those fair little feet exposed to the air.
The next second—
"Ahahahahahaha—!!!"
Changye Yue's whole body sprang up, only for Mo Wang to press her back down.
It tickled! It tickled so much!
She had never known her feet were this sensitive!
Mo Wang, however, only scratched with even more enthusiasm, smiling as he asked, "Will you switch?"
"N-no! Hahahaha... let go of me!"
Changye Yue laughed until tears were about to come out. Her whole body went limp, and she could not muster any strength at all. That unbearably ticklish sensation shot straight from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, leaving her unable to even speak properly.
Mo Wang raised an eyebrow. His hands did not stop; he even changed angles and kept tickling.
"Really not switching?"
"No... hahahaha... no! Dream on!"
Changye Yue bit down hard on her lip and stubbornly glared at Mo Wang, though tears had already welled in her eyes—from laughing.
March 7th was already going crazy inside: Changye Yue! Would it kill you to give in a little?! I want to come out too! But I can't get out!
Changye Yue: Shut up! I—I can still... hahahaha... still hold on!
Mo Wang looked at the stubborn "Changye Yue" in front of him, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
Then he suddenly stopped.
Changye Yue was