"Thank you."
Fang Xiaole held Lin Yao's face with both hands, gently wiped the corners of her eyes, and said with a smile:
"Stop crying! You weren't this fond of crying before. We've run out of tissues."
Phew.
Lin Yao burst into laughter and said angrily, "You're so annoying! You're still laughing at me."
She hesitated for a moment, mustered up the courage to raise her hand and hold his hand that was holding her face, and said carefully:
"Are you really not angry? I promise I won't make such assumptions again. If you're unhappy, you can punish me however you want... even just tickling me is fine."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and his body became stiff with tension.
"Fuck, this relationship is too humble, isn't it?"
Tang Wan gritted her teeth as she watched. Given her personality, she thought, "I'm jealous of you because I respect you. Why should I apologize to you so humbly and let you punish me?"
I'm a celebrity, it's your blessing that I've fallen in love with you, but why do you have to be worshipped by me?!
"Well, that's what you said. My punishment will come soon."
Fang Xiaole said with a smile.
"Well, come on, but don't use too much force."
Lin Yao didn't dare to open her eyes. She was still a little scared. Tickling was really her Achilles' heel.
"That won't work. I won't feel anything if I don't use any force." Fang Xiaole seemed a little dissatisfied.
"Well, okay, come on." Lin Yao quickly agreed.
He put his hands behind his back, so nervous that tiny blue veins appeared on the back of his hands.
"Here I am."
Following the ethereal voice that seemed to come from the horizon, Lin Yao felt his body getting closer and closer.
Then, two warm lips pressed against her smooth forehead.
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