Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 132: Song Yi, Is That Okay?

Song Yi watched him walk over, shrank her legs, and leaned towards the sofa.

She gripped the sofa cushion tightly: "Let’s have breakfast first, shall we?"

Yesterday, she just wanted to see if he really wasn’t responding or just pretending.

Judging by today’s stance, he truly had been busy.

Tang Si, however, ignored her words.

He came in front of her, with a smile on his lips, wild and unruly, his peach blossom eyes carrying a hint of suggestive mirth.

The man slightly bent down, reached out to hold her arm, gently pulling her up.

Song Yi felt a slight trembling all over the moment he touched her.

His hand had some calluses which tickled her arm a bit, carrying his warmth.

She stood before him, timidly tugging at her bath towel.

Tang Si stared at her, chuckling lightly, his downturned eyelashes covering the emotions in his eyes.

The low laughter emerged from his chest, resonating in Song Yi’s eardrums; the laughter was exceptionally sexy and alluring.

His laughter made Song Yi’s scalp tingle.

"I’ll go change clothes."

Last night, she really fell asleep waiting on the sofa.

She spoke, preparing to leave.

Yet suddenly, her wrist was grasped by the man, and Song Yi turned to look at him. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

His deep-set brow and eyes showed a hint of weariness, but still carried a seductive smile.

His voice was low, with a lazy arrogance: "Change into what? Won’t you have to take it off later?"

He licked his lips, his blushed lips curving, alluring and vibrant, his tone still very low: "Or maybe change into something...more intriguing?"

His brow was mischievous, his tone irreverent.

And this tone and tempo, gentle enough to make one’s heart tremble.

She loved listening to Tang Si speak.

Truly, it was so pleasant to hear.

Tang Si was speaking, when suddenly he reached out to Song Yi.

His index and middle fingers clasped her front towel, lightly hooking.

Song Yi obediently leaned forward.

Because she was afraid the towel might fall off.

The man’s fingers brushed against her skin, making Song Yi’s heart pound and her face burn fiercely.

Her face blushed all the way to her ears.

A man like Tang Si, both sincere and casually mischievous, really made one feel overwhelmed.

Tang Si grabbed her waist, breathing in her sweet fragrance.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if all his weariness was washed away by her warmth.

In its place were her softness and tenderness, along with the gentle shyness of a young woman.

How could his woman be so adorable?

Both wild and lovable.

He relaxed his grip slightly, truly wanting to embrace her completely.

Tang Si held her without any further action.

Song Yi raised her eyes in confusion, seeing him with closed eyes, and suddenly her heart tightened.

She bit her lip, staying silent, not struggling.

She felt his exhaustion, his tiredness, enveloping him with a faint, gloomy aura, too lifeless.

Everything when he walked in was just fake.

From the first meeting, she knew that the laziness and carelessness were merely surface-level; she knew that underneath, this man was cold.

Thought cold-blooded was his truest nature.

But now... maybe it really was.

Completely unguarded, letting everything go.

His grip was tightening little by little, making her ache slightly.

Yet she still said nothing, just nestled in his embrace, feeling his breath and heartbeat, his warmth, and... biting her lip, enduring silently.

"Song Yi." The man suddenly spoke, his grip loosened slightly.

"Hmm?" she softly replied.

Tang Si’s big hand rubbed her nape, slowly uttering three words: "Is it okay?"

Song Yi’s hand tightened, her heart pounding wildly, he was gazing at her intensely, as if seeking her opinion on something.

Seeing his expression, Song Yi suddenly didn’t want to think about anything.

Just wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

Even her life.

Song Yi pressed her lips together, as if making a decision, clenched his clothes on his chest: "Then, then be gentle..."