She continued tickling him mercilessly, a big, stupid, goofy, adorable grin on her face.
Malik’s laughter grew louder as her tickling became merciless. He writhed underneath her dancing fingertips, but his stomach remained the helpless, ticklish dance-floor for her fingers to torture. He twisted a little, but it made it worse as his navel started to be tickled.
She tickled him harder, starting to laugh herself.
"I-Ishizuhuhuhuhuhuuuu!" he giggled as she tickled him harder. "Not thahahahahahahahahahahare!!" He tried to twist away so she didn’t tickle his navel.