Wen Meimei took the opportunity to sit up and playfully pinched his high nose. "Chengxun, you can't move, okay?"
After pinching his nose, next was his armpit...
The girl tried to tickle his armpit, but the man remained unmoved, as if he wasn't ticklish?
Ah ah ah!
No way, she had to make him lose composure!
Wen Meimei felt unwilling to give up, so she stopped tickling his armpit and instead placed her little hand on his lower abdomen.
It was said that this place was really ticklish for him.
Yet, within a minute, he couldn't say a word.
Wen Meimei stared blankly ahead, her peripheral vision catching sight of a woman outside the door, sitting in a wheelchair—it was Han Dingxi.
Han Dingxi looked at her with a gloomy expression, her eyes holding a layer of unfathomable meaning.
Seeing that Wen Meimei had noticed her, Han Dingxi naturally withdrew her gaze and silently turned her wheelchair away, as if nothing had happened.
