Xue Yang never knew someone could be so terrified of being tickled. Sometimes, he only had to lift his hand, and Lin Xi would burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Xue Yang, stop it, hahaha!"
When Lin Xi wasn't laughing, she looked like a well-bred lady. When she smiled, she had a particularly charming aura. But at this moment, lying beneath Xue Yang and laughing heartily, her features lit up like blooming fireworks, dazzling and bright. Her comical movements made it seem as if the whole world was melting away before her smile. Her laughter was like a string of silver bells—crisp, melodious, and utterly intoxicating.
Still as a maiden, quick as a startled rabbit—that perfectly described Lin Xi.
In the guest bedroom, Si Wen was in the middle of a game when she heard Lin Xi's laughter.
I already told them to keep it down.
Si Wen tried not to listen, but Lin Xi's laughter was loud, occasionally punctuated with phrases like "no" and "that tickles."
This is torture on the ears.
