Siyu blurted out without hesitation: "Pervert."
"What am I perverted about? If anything, I only have eyes for you." Bo Yan spoke, then seemed to remember something, "You still owe me one. The one with the hand."
Siyu wasn't having it. She is the type to enjoy herself; she would only participate when she's also having fun, not actively offer services: "I don't want to."
"You don't want what?" Bo Yan, left with no choice, pulled out his ultimate skill "Eighteen Touches"—tickling her! Siyu, who fears nothing else, is terrified of being tickled. Her waist would have been manageable, but once he scratched her armpits, she immediately twisted into a ball like soft noodles, and burst out laughing hysterically.
"You, why are you like this! You just came at me with a smack, you have no honor, I was caught off guard, didn't dodge. Let go of me! Let go! Hahaha!"
