He raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
Qiao Mo nodded earnestly, having a deep obsession with the two ounces of flesh on her chest.
A trace of teasing flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly, "It doesn't seem so, let me feel again."
"You... you dare!" Qiao Mo hurriedly grabbed his big hand, flustered, only feeling that no matter how she answered, it was a trap.
His voice lowered a bit, continuing to tease her, "Xiao Mo, you should smile more."
"Why... why?" Qiao Mo didn't catch on, wondering why he suddenly said that.
He gently kissed her earlobe, licking it with his moist tongue for a while, until she was unbearably tickled and her cheeks turned crimson, he softly spoke, "Isn't there a saying that extreme joy begets tears?"
"Extreme joy begets sadness?"
"Yes."
Qiao Mo took a moment to react, only then realizing that his "begets tears" was not the same as "begets sadness"...
