His warm fingertip pressed precisely against the ticklish spot on the sole of her foot, causing her curled, pearl-like toes to spring open like a seashell.
"Hah… Shen Yuan!"
Li Zhi's indignant cry was abruptly cut off by the overwhelming ticklishness. The hem of her silk dress rustled as her body trembled.
The pad of Shen Yuan's finger traced a path along the sole of her stocking, the light calluses branding a winding trail of itchiness onto the slick fabric.
In the darkness, the coral-hued arch of Li Zhi's foot tensed into a panicked curve. As she struggled, the wrinkled nylon at the bend of her knee caught the faint light, shimmering.
When Shen Yuan's fingertip ground against the most sensitive pressure point on her sole, the girl suddenly fell back onto the messy bed. A sharp, bell-like gasp erupted at the same time as the rustling of the sheets.
