Xia Siyu feared nothing in the world except being tickled. Especially her soles, underarms, and waist—those spots were practically guaranteed to make her laugh.
Bo Yan had barely tickled her twice when the figure under the blanket started shaking wildly. Tickling her again, Xia Siyu couldn't hold back her laughter: "Hahaha! I'll get up, I'll get up, okay?"
She said she'd get up, but Xia Siyu still didn't move. Instead, she stretched out her hand: "You help me up. Carry me over there."
Bo Yan sighed: "If your legs are useless, you can donate them to someone who needs them."
Xia Siyu had just gotten up, her face rosy from sleep, and she even pouted: "They are needed. Didn't you have a good time using them last night?"
