Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 184: Wanting to Act Spoiled, Wanting Him to Soothe Her Again
Song Yi’s hand tightened around the phone instantly.
She had just hung up; Tang Si and the others couldn’t possibly come out this quickly.
A cold chill inexplicably shot up from the soles of her feet, making her back feel icy.
Song Yi licked her lips and mechanically turned her head to look out the window.
Outside was empty; in the pitch-black night, only the streetlights lit the ground, and there was no one near the police station.
Song Yi pressed her lips together and huddled in her seat, saying nothing, not daring to open the door.
"Knock knock knock—" The sinister and strange knocking sound came again.
Song Yi leaned against the back of the chair, her fox-like eyes anxiously scanning the outside of the car window.
Her hand clutched her clothes tightly, her palms covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.
"Who is it?"
This time, Song Yi spoke out to ask.
This place isn’t far from the police station; surely no one would dare act recklessly here.
"Knock knock knock—" There was no answer, just the knocking echoing once more.
This time, Song Yi slightly shifted her position, moving closer to the window to get a look.
Suddenly, a hand slapped the car window.
"Ah!" Song Yi screamed, recoiling back in her seat.
Her whole body trembled.
Her eyes stared in terror at the car window as her hand shook while unlocking her phone screen.
Tang Si, Tang Si...
Tang Si, who was walking out, received her call.
The woman’s voice was trembling: "You, you need to come back quickly..."
Tang Si’s heart sank; without ending the call, he ran urgently toward the car.
Zhou Liang and Zhan Jiangcheng sensed something was wrong and quickly followed suit.
The clouds obscured the moon, making the sky even darker and more ominous, as the night breeze chilled their faces.
As the man reached the car in the dim night, he saw an elderly man with a hunched back kneeling in front of the vehicle. His hair was grizzled, clothes tattered, and his hand that knocked on the window was trembling uncontrollably.
The hand kept tapping on the window, as if trying to use it to stand up, but he seemed unable to do so.
Tang Si let out a sigh of relief.
Zhou Liang, upon seeing this, immediately went over to help the elderly man away.
While Tang Si opened the car door.
Inside, Song Yi was hugging herself, delicate and helpless.
Feeling the car door open, she lifted her head and saw the tall silhouette of the man leaning in, blocking out the street light outside.
The shadow instantly enveloped her completely.
At the sight of Tang Si, Song Yi immediately lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her head buried in his chest, sobbing, lightly trembling.
Tang Si hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, the woman in his embrace fragile and soft, scared to the bone, her head snuggling into his chest for comfort.
Seeking that sense of security.
Song Yi loved clinging to him, depending on him.
He used to think she was superficially fragile but internally strong and decisive, especially as the head of an entertainment company.
But after being together, he realized that underneath her fragile and charming exterior, she was even softer within.
And he, very much loved this feeling of being needed, of being relied upon.
Song Yi inhaled his scent, felt his warmth, and wished she could cling to him entirely.
She was truly terrified.
The man gently patted her back, soothing her.
"What’s outside?" After what seemed like forever, Song Yi murmured as she spoke.
"An old man, he can’t stand up."
Song Yi lay in his arms, pulling on his neck slightly, then bit into Tang Si’s neck, wanting to be pampered and comforted more.
But... from this angle, she slowly raised her eyes and saw the open car door.
Three pairs of eyes, staring at her...
