Chapter 169: Diabolical CV Big Shot 18

Next, Yang Tong stopped binding Tang Wan. Instead, he pushed her back onto the sofa bed and began massaging and pressing her skin, moving upward inch by inch starting from her feet.

Around them, a short audio story with a massage theme began playing.

The voice actor, naturally, was Yang Tong himself.

What surprised Tang Wan, however, was that Yang Tong actually seemed to have a good understanding of massage techniques. His hands were remarkably skilled, and his control over acupoints was precise—anyone who didn't know better would think he was a professional practitioner.

Seeing his hands brush past her lower legs and prepare to move higher, Tang Wan rolled her eyes, turned her mind, and suddenly kicked a leg directly toward him.

Yet Yang Tong seemed to have anticipated it, catching her foot in an instant and flashing a deep smile. "Naughty behavior comes with a punishment."

In the next moment, his finger pressed hard against the sole of Tang Wan's foot.

"Ah!" Tang Wan shrank her leg back in pain, but Yang Tong's hand was like a pair of iron pliers—it was impossible to break free.

"Yang Tong, are you fucking out of your mind? If you've got the guts, just do it directly! What's the point of tormenting me like this continuously?" Tang Wan cursed in fury.

Hearing this, Yang Tong continued kneading her foot while unhurriedly chuckling in a gentle tone: "Of course there's a point. I just love seeing you wish you could kill me yet be completely unable to get rid of me. Besides, when you're angry, you're genuinely extremely adorable."

Especially when she cursed at him—that voice, full of rage yet sounding like a spoiled tantrum, made it impossible for him to stop.

Tang Wan: ...

You damn creepy old guy is way too perverted, ahhh!

…

A moment later, Tang Wan suddenly sat upright off the sofa.

At the same time, she grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it straight at Yang Tong.

"Adorable my ass! Get lost!"

Then she scrambled down off the sofa to run away.

Seeing this, Yang Tong didn't block her either. Instead, after catching the throw pillow steadily, he looked at her with a slightly excited expression.

"Tang Wan, if you lie down by my side obediently now, I can continue massaging you just like before. But if you don't listen... I'll have to switch the program," Yang Tong said.

Hearing this, Tang Wan's heart stirred—switch the program?

What kind of new tricks does this guy want to play now?

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? Aside from explicit audio stories, what other programs could you possibly switch to?" Tang Wan taunted.

"You brought this upon yourself," Yang Tong chuckled deeply, then walked over to the computer and pulled up an audio track with extremely eerie, terrifying background music.

Tang Wan's body instantly went stiff.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Yang Tong, this pervert! He actually has horror-mystery explicit stories too!

And isn't this story way too heavy-tasted? Even daring to get it on with ghosts? Isn't he afraid of losing his little life?!

However, as a Chinese citizen raised under the core values of socialism, she would never give in easily!

"You... do you think I'm scared? Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony..." Tang Wan fluently began reciting the core values of socialism.

Yang Tong: ???

It seems it isn't terrifying enough!

…

Immediately after, Yang Tong switched the program yet again.

And this time, it came with visuals.

The moment a vengeful spirit appeared on the projector screen, Tang Wan instantly let out a piercing shriek.

In the next moment, she jumped three feet high onto the sofa and threw herself onto Yang Tong, wrapping herself around him like an octopus bear and clinging tightly to his chest.

Can't handle this!

Better just admit defeat!

If this went on any longer, her heart was going to explode.

Yang Tong hadn't expected Tang Wan to be frightened to this degree.

Yet with warm jade and soft fragrance in his arms, far from seizing the opportunity to do anything, he expressionlessly peeled Tang Wan's body off of himself.