Chapter 13: Tickle.
The tent remained dim, with only faint morning light seeping through the seams.
On the straw mat, Xie Qiyang curled up, the body’s sharp pain dulled by sleep, her nerves gradually easing.
Suddenly, she felt someone tugging at her!
A hand was trying to pull at the oversized black outfit she wore.
“Mmph… get lost…”
Xie Qiyang, still half-asleep, squirmed irritably, mumbling incoherently like she was swatting away annoying flies.
Her arm instinctively moved to block the bothersome touch.
“Let me… sleep more…”
The hands paused briefly but didn’t give up.
After her “clear” rejection, their target shifted.
Rough fingers, with a clumsy yet precise probing, landed on her delicate, bare foot peeking from the loose pant leg.
They lightly traced the arch, as if inspecting it, then pressed firmly on specific acupoints on her sole.
“Hm…”
A strange mix of soreness and tingling shot from her foot up her spine like an electric current.
Xie Qiyang let out a short, nasal hum in her sleep, her body twitching sensitively.
Her foot jerked back, instinctively kicking hard toward the source of the disturbance.
But her kick clearly hit a wall.
Her ankle was instantly seized by a scorching hand.
The grip wasn’t harsh, but the knuckles dug into her soft skin, bringing a slight pain that shattered her lingering sleep.
Xie Qiyang’s eyes snapped open, her heart pounding.
Her blurry vision sharpened in the dim light—Li Tianxing’s sharp-featured face was inches away.
He crouched by the straw mat, one hand gripping her ankle.
His other hand, which had just released her clothing, swiftly clamped onto her other ankle, gripping harder than before.
Then, under Xie Qiyang’s bewildered gaze, he suddenly, without warning, began tickling her foot’s arch.
The sensation was vivid, each movement searing into her nerve endings.
“Mmph…”
Xie Qiyang couldn’t hold back.
Her body jolted violently, her delicate feet kicking wildly, her hands flailing to push away the head radiating aggressive energy so close to her.
“Let go! Get off! You pervert, stop tickling—let me go!”
Her voice, hoarse from the frenzy, trembled slightly.
The hand gripping her ankle didn’t budge, tightening instead, knuckles sinking deeper into her tender skin, causing pain.
Her kicks landed on Li Tianxing like mere scratches.
He finally looked up, licking his lips as if savoring the moment.
Xie Qiyang’s body was taut, waves of electric tingles making her gasp heavily.
Only when he released her leg did she muster the strength to resist.
She gathered the straw beneath her, balled it up, and hurled it at him, her flushed face brimming with agitation.
How could just tickling her foot feel this intense?
This guy… it was like he came prepared, like he knew this body better than she did.
In the tent, only Xie Qiyang’s heavy, panicked breathing filled the air.
Her ice-blue eyes were slightly red, and in her frantic movements, the loose, oversized robe revealed flashes of skin.
Li Tianxing leaned forward, pinning the girl beneath him.
“No way, am I really getting taken today?”
Xie Qiyang despairingly stared at the ceiling.
This first-person perspective was too much—her poor heart couldn’t take it.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you. Just waking you up and… we need to talk.”