Kiyono Lin took a deep breath, her voice ice-cold, "Childish."
"I especially love stubborn people," Jiutiao Meijie said with a pleased smile, though it was filled with malice.
"What else can you do to me besides tickling?" Kiyono Lin said disdainfully.
"Oh?" Jiutiao Meijie's tone was mockingly admiring, "How about this then?"
Kiyono Lin's expression changed.
A finger hooked between her back skin and the strap of her bra, stretching the bra strap like a slingshot.
With her eyes tightly closed, she braced for the impending pain of the bra snapping against her skin.
Just then.
"What are you doing?"
At the door, in the backlight of the setting sun, Mrs. Dubian, carrying big and small bags, looked in surprise at the scene in the hallway:
Jiutiao Meijie was pressing Kiyono Lin against the wall, her left hand holding her wrists, her right hand reaching inside her clothes.
