The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1811 - 1825: Finale (6)

Then, he suddenly grabbed a feather and, without saying a word—tickled his soles!

Yu Zexiao couldn’t hold it, and instantly fell onto Jian Anning!

"Hahaha!—" Too mischievous, too mischievous, how can they "increase the difficulty" like this?

Jian Anning, who was pressed down, was also swept by the tailwind, and the two were giggling around, totally like they weren’t at a wedding, but rather "making trouble"!

"No, you can’t do this! Hahaha, stop, stop!" Yu Zexiao was about to collapse; he never expected Ling Yichuan to be so shameless! Not only him, but the brothers Leng Yunting and Leng Yunlin also mercilessly took out feathers, tickling his armpits and soles.

"You guys, don’t be too much, hahahaha!" Yu Zexiao was laughing uncontrollably, if these people whipped him, it would be fine, but this tickling is torture. Especially since he had to do push-ups, it was summer, so naturally, he wasn’t wearing socks, and the tickling from the feathers was, of course, hard to endure!

"How is it too much?" Ling Yichuan raised his hand, everyone stopped, "So, you still have 50 push-ups left, our demand is—you have to endure our ’tickling’ test! If you fall, it proves you’re a person who can’t withstand temptation and in the future will betray your family!"

"Who’s betraying the family?" Anyone could be tempted, but definitely not him!

"I won’t do it!" Being tickled like a dog, how could he endure it? Yu Zexiao immediately shook his head, hugging his wife without moving, his raised eyebrows clearly revealed the words—"I just won’t agree, see what you can do!"

"What, you won’t agree? Fine, then you directly accept the punishment!" Ling Yichuan grinned and clapped his hands: "Come on, bring out the props!"

Qin Xian smiled and took out a small box, enameled with filigree, looking ancient and quaint. But Yu Zexiao knew, the more beautiful it looks, the scarier it would be!

"What’s this?"

Ling Yichuan said with a playful smile: "Take a look!"

Qin Xian opened the box, inside, a pure white, lace-edged, cleavage-revealing Princess-style floor-length women’s wedding gown was suddenly presented before him: "Come on, if you can’t do it, it proves you’re not a man! We, a group of brothers, prepared this for you! Customized for your figure, sewn by a renowned Italian craftsman, a women’s wedding gown worth two hundred thousand, put it on!"

What’s this supposed to mean, mocking him for not being a man? Yu Zexiao immediately rolled up, and without another word, started doing push-ups: "51, 52, 53..."

And Ling Yichuan, triumphantly directed the crowd, "Come on, brothers, grab the gear!"

A group of people immediately rushed up, everyone holding a feather, and without a second thought, started tickling his soles, armpits, waist, and even his face.

Yu Zexiao was almost collapsing, this feeling of a hundred claws scratching one’s heart was truly unbearable!

"78, 79, 80..." His whole face was flushed red, not from exhaustion, but from holding back. Underneath, Jian Anning seemed to feel his effort, continuously cheering him on: "Honey, hurry, only 20 more!"

"97, 98, 9..."