Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 145: Waiting for Your Kiss

She got up too quickly and accidentally knocked over the tea on the table.

Song Yi scrambled to set it right: "Sorry."

Wen Mu looked at her hand, which was scalded and red, frowned, and asked lightly, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Song Yi: "I’m fine."

Her words were rushed, as if she was eager to leave.

"I was talking about your hand."

She withdrew her hand, indifferent to the pain: "It’s okay, I’ll go rinse it with cold water, and it’ll be fine."

"Little Yi, don’t be so hasty." Song Yi’s mother frowned: "Go get some ointment and apply it. You’re an adult now."

Her reproachful words were filled with hidden concern.

At this moment, Wen Mu’s mother said, "It’s okay, young people, it’s understandable."

Song Yi had no time for idle chatter and brushed them off with a few words, then hurriedly walked away in her high heels.

Chasing in the direction where Tang Si had just disappeared.

...

The corridor.

This area was remote, and few people came here. The night breeze was gentle, and though it was summer and not particularly cold, it felt bone-chillingly cool to Tang Si.

He rested his elbow on the railing, slightly bent, looking out at the dark night and the flickering neon lights.

He squinted, felt around in his pocket, and only touched an empty cigarette box.

The man standing there appeared dejected and weary.

Leaning against the railing lazily, his expression was marked by a single word: tired.

His presence was so deathly still, it made one’s heart uneasy.

A pervasive gloom wrapped around him tightly. This was the third floor, with the lake below sparkling quietly.

The man’s lifeless eyes fixated on it, the rippling reflections seemingly imprinting themselves in his eyes, as if carving him into the water.

In there, it must be comfortable, the bone-chilling cool could directly wash over him.

Refreshing and stimulating.

He seemed enveloped in a pervasive air of deathly stillness.

In the unbearable and agonizing conflict within, he vaguely seemed to hear a voice.

"Jump down, and it will feel good."

The burning anxiety and irritation made Tang Si unconsciously furrow his brow, his heart repressed, deeply hiding his ferocity, silent, yet incessantly guiding him to seek that comfort.

To seek that icy solace, the ecstasy of suffocation, and the brink of death.

Song Yi ran over, gasping for breath, and saw this scene, only to see him staring at the lake below.

Suddenly, there were only four words in her mind: a hint of lifeless water.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Her voice carried a touch of void and tremor, almost like a breath, "Tang Si."

Filled with fear, filled with uncertainty.

So very softly, she called his name.

Such a small voice.

He heard it, his senses were sharp.

The man abruptly turned his head, and his eyes met Song Yi, standing at the corner not far from him.

Her face was slightly flushed, panting, as if quite tired.

Seeing Tang Si looking in her direction, Song Yi steadied her breathing: "What are you doing here?"

She walked slowly closer, went over to wrap her arms around his, her chin resting on his shoulder, she looked up and smiled.

Radiant and beautiful, her eyes were filled with tiny specks of light, and filled with him.

She held his hand tightly, her warmth flowing through, sweet and warm, with her gentle charm.

Just like a flame, igniting a nearly dying soul.

"Didn’t you tell me to wait for you... to wait for you to kiss me?"

"Why did you come over here by yourself?" She curved her eyes into a smile, looking at Tang Si, her tone both charming and sweet: "Why didn’t you call for me?"

Her voice was so light and gentle, yet carrying such burning warmth.

Endless and unbroken.

Song Yi forever gives Tang Si endless hope, like a river, flowing on infinitely.

The man shifted slightly, pulling her into his embrace: "Did little Song Yi obediently wait for me?"