Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

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She was just going to take one look—that was all.

She approached him step by step, then took his hand and led him to the bed.

Beitang You’s other hand was tightly clenched.
There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his heart was drumming vigorously in his chest.

Although he was already mentally prepared, the girl’s boldness made him slightly nervous nonetheless.

When they arrived at the bed, Yaoyao drew down the bed netting and told him to lie down.

Beitang You’s body was tense as he lay on the bed.

Yaoyao scanned him from head to toe, feeling just as nervous.

After thinking for a moment, she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and tied it around his eyes.

“Later on, you’re not allowed to peek or make any sound.
Just lie down and stay put.” When Yaoyao saw the sheen of sweat on his smooth forehead, she said reassuringly, “Big Brother Beitang, I’m not going to do anything, really—so don’t be nervous or afraid.
Just relax.”

Stripped of his sight, Beitang You listened to her sweet voice ring in his ears, and he had to muster all the self-control he had to stop himself from pulling her into his arms.

Inside, he was yelling, ‘It’s all right, you can do whatever you want to me! You don’t have to hold back!’

His lips parted, and he eventually responded with a soft hum.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere in the room that made Yaoyao find this throaty hum immensely seductive.
Her legs went weak, and she flopped down on the edge of the bed.

Beitang You felt something moving all over his body and stopping at last at the sole of his foot.

There was a sudden tickle, which elicited a muffled groan from him.

Yaoyao immediately said, “You promised you wouldn’t make a sound.”

Beitang You had no choice but to keep quiet.

Wave after wave of tickles ensued, each more unbearable than the last, but all he could do was endure it all until his face turned scarlet.