Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 111: Why Are You Crying?

The black shirt wrapped the woman tightly, but still revealed a pair of legs, snow-white yet scarred.

The mix of black and white, along with blood-like red, appeared seductive and sensual, with an inexplicable dark yet tempting allure.

The little enchantress had an exceedingly perfect figure, delicate and fragile, with well-proportioned curves flowing smoothly and gracefully.

And at this moment, she was still wearing his clothes...

Song Yi was inherently a soft and alluring woman, displaying her feminine charm to its fullest.

A woman wearing a man’s clothes—only they themselves know the depth of temptation it poses to a man.

Song Yi had the talent to captivate and enchant a person endlessly.

In this state, only he could see her, which is why he took the key.

Tang Si knelt on one knee on the back seat near the door, and took a coat from the front.

He draped it over her, his voice hoarse: "Put it on, don’t catch a cold."

He then instructed her: "Let someone take you to the hospital first, I’ll come to see you after handling things."

Tang Si paused abruptly as he was speaking.

Because he saw Song Yi curled up in the back seat, wrapped in the coat, her shoulders trembling.

His brow furrowed, his heart tightened instantly.

He closed the car door, got in, and reached out to pinch Song Yi’s chin, lifting her small face. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her small face was scrunched into a ball, her eyes misty, tears trickling down, pitifully. I feel sorry just looking at her.

"What’s wrong?" Tang Si gently wiped her eye corner with his thumb: "Why are you crying? Did it hurt just now?"

Or had he just bullied her into tears...?

The man’s voice was light, magnetic, hoarse, with a softly coaxing tone, particularly seductive.

It was also a kind of gentleness never seen before.

If the criminal investigation team saw him like this, they would probably think they’d seen a ghost.

Song Yi sniffled a couple of times, her nose red, looking at Tang Si with grievance: "I, I look so ugly right now, and you dared to confess to me like this, there was no sense of ceremony at all, boohoo..."

In her mind, she envisioned being beautiful when getting together with him.

Tang Si listened to her words, staring at her for two or three seconds.

Suddenly he chuckled low, a muffled sound coming from his chest, with an ambiguous vibration.

The corners of his mouth curled up, the curve naughty and teasing.

With affectionate, doting laughter in his peach blossom eyes, it filled the entire car.

With a hint of spring, he leaned close to Song Yi, with the smell of rain mixed with his own scent.

In her ear, he murmured softly: "Sweetheart, later I’ll let you know just how beautiful you are."

So beautiful it makes it hard for him to resist.

He gently pinched Song Yi’s earlobe, his voice husky: "When the time comes I’ll allow you to cry, save your tears, cry for me next time, darling."

After speaking, the man lifted her face and gave a gentle kiss on her eyes, then all the way down, lightly touching her lips.

Like a dragonfly touching the water, wanting more yet restraining himself.

He halted his movements, exhaled heavily.

Restless yet repressed.

He seemed to want to pause for a moment.

At this moment, Song Yi’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding his head, her sniffling voice charmingly said: "Tang Si, you sounded so nice when you panted just now."

"Did you know I would run towards you when I saw you jogging, just because I wanted to hear you pant? You didn’t pant, if I had known this would do the trick, I should have..."

"...Song Yi." He called her name, interrupting her.

Song Yi sniffed, making her voice sweet as honey: "Alright then."

"Next time I’ll cry for you, is it when you’re wearing red underwear and I cry for you in that scenario?"

"..."