As he spoke, he grabbed her waist.
Luna Collins was extremely ticklish and couldn't stand even the slightest bit of tickling. She shrunk her neck to avoid him, but was eventually pressed down on the sofa. He supported her side with one hand and easily restrained her.
His rough fingertips kept stroking her delicate lips, and he coaxed her in a low voice: "Are you satisfied?"
Luna Collins turned his head away, always talking stubbornly.
"Poor technique."
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