"Ah... uh... Nathan Moore, stop... Ah... please stop..."
Titus Zane kept writhing, trying to break free from Nathan Moore's grip, but how could he easily escape the restraint of a sturdy and tall man?
If he could laugh at the beginning, now he was almost about to cry.
He was extremely ticklish.
Yet, that mischievous man showed no signs of stopping, his fingers playing on his body like a pianist's on the keys.
With a teasing look in his eyes and muttering under his breath, 'No, I must make you laugh heartily...'
"Nathan Moore, I surrender, I'm wrong, I shouldn't have joked about you..."
Titus Zane raised both hands, his robe already loosened, his brown wavy hair messily spread on the bed, his face flushed, and appeared bewildered.
Stopping his actions, Nathan Moore tightened his gaze and bit down hard on Titus Zane's lip as punishment.
"See if you dare to have such a wicked sense of humor in the future!"
"I won't dare, truly I won't dare anymore."
