He reached out his big palm and started tickling her underarm. Song Yinyin couldn't take it, laughing uncontrollably and nearly passing out.
"I surrender, I surrender, alright, I'll tell you the truth!" She raised her hands above her head, begging for mercy.
"Hurry up and say it, will you leave me or not?" He held her tightly in his arms, so close that their heads were almost touching.
Song Yinyin composed herself and looked seriously at Lu Jihan.
To be honest, when he had amnesia and she actively pursued him only to be repeatedly thwarted, there were many times she was angry with him and wished she could kick him aside and never deal with him again.
But she knew if she backed down like that, she would definitely regret it.
She looked up at Lu Jihan, wrapped her hands around his neck, and said:
"I won't. Because I know if I just backed down and left you, I would definitely regret it."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true."
