Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 30: What a Wishful Thinker

She finally understood, Tang Si’s nature is indeed indifferent and cold. No matter how familiar and approachable he seemed to be with you before, that was simply because he chose to behave that way.

Once there’s no need for it, he becomes distant and cold, even colder than frost.

A fire of anger burned within Song Yi, she ground her teeth and suddenly advanced, directly pushing Tang Si onto the sofa—

He didn’t expect Song Yi to do this, and without any preparation, he sat down on the sofa, following her push.

With his long legs sprawled apart, he raised his hands, his almond eyes curved into a slightly mischievous arc, staring at her.

His tone carried a lazy smile: "What’s this all about?"

The words seemed to vibrate from his chest, magnetic and husky, with a slight laziness, tantalizingly captivating.

His entire demeanor instantly exuded a bad-boy charm, casually laid-back.

Song Yi hated how he could switch so effortlessly, raising her knee, she knelt with one knee on the sofa.

Between his legs.

The other leg was standing on the floor in front of the sofa, while the kneeling leg moved forward inch by inch.

Seduction is a woman’s instinct, and Song Yi mastered it to perfection.

Her body was soft, freshly showered, and fragrant.

She leaned in slightly, pressing her hand onto his abdomen, firm with muscles, solid and hard.

The heat transferred to her palm, feeling slightly scorching, burning into her heart.

She pressed against his abs, her hand steadily moving forward, until it reached his chest.

Drawing closer, she said, "Captain Tang, how many times do I have to tell you?"

Song Yi’s face wore a seductive smile, radiant and bright, her fiery gaze blazing like sunlight.

Her delicate appearance rebelliously painted the air.

Her breath slightly warm, her voice carrying a soft allure that entranced.

Her red lips parted and closed as she continued: "That kind of thing between men and women, I’ve never had it, never ever."

"How do you play that dirty game you mentioned?"

"Previously I let you test." Song Yi: "You weren’t even willing."

She was captivating and seductive, her words balanced, without intentionally being coquettish, yet not totally without charm.

She looked at Tang Si and continued: "Are you coming or not?"

Tang Si’s gaze was deep, looking at her, his face seemed unchanged, but his almond eyes were wildly unabashedly examining Song Yi.

He leaned back a bit, moved away slightly, his Adam’s apple subtly moved, unaffected by her seductive tone, maintaining a steady pitch, though slightly husky: "As I said before, modern medicine is advanced."

Song Yi laughed softly: "So what if it’s advanced?"

"I just don’t have it, means I don’t have it."

"Are you coming or not to verify it?"

She spoke sweetly and gently, penetrating to the bones.

Her body flowed with smooth and soft lines, very attractive.

After showering, her charming eyes held a hazy drowsiness. Half awake, half asleep, the most enticing.

Tang Si’s lips suddenly broke into a smile, wild and unabashed, exuding charm: "You’ve found the wrong person."

"You might even be arrested for deliberate seduction under the guise of sexuality."

Song Yi: "..."

You’re the only one who can talk—

Tang Si said this, then suddenly pulled Song Yi down, she hadn’t had time to say anything when she found both her hands were held captive by one of his.

With his other hand, he hugged her waist, she couldn’t move.

Then, his deep, tempting voice came by her ear: "But if I am your man, then it would be different."

Sometimes, the indifferent and casual ones, who seem not to care about anything, break through desires.

That is undoubtedly the most fatal attraction.

Song Yi’s heart pounded, she began to struggle, seeing her resistance, Tang Si kindly let her go.

She steadied herself in front of the sofa, Tang Si still sat there with his legs open, lounging like a carefree philanderer.