Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 42: Every Move He Makes Stirs Her Heart

The cold wind hit her face, enveloping her entire visage.

The howling wind made Song Yi stare wide-eyed, fully alert. This was the eighteenth floor.

The man clasped her hands tightly, pressing her against the ventilated windowsill of the fire exit. She was forced to overlook the entire city, her hands bound so tightly that she couldn’t struggle, an inexplicable sense of deathly silence hanging in the air.

"What are you doing?" Song Yi’s voice was a bit weak, her heartbeat rapid.

This lunatic wouldn’t actually throw her down from here, would he?

"Why panic?" The man’s lazy voice reached her: "Look to your left, your balcony, see what she’s doing?"

His tone was gentle, holding her, each word seemed to carry a magnetic undertone.

Pleasant to hear, with a soothing effect.

Song Yi indeed looked in that direction, Mu Wanxue had a heavy expression, seemingly making a phone call to someone.

"Did you see clearly?"

"Yeah."

Tang Si nodded slightly: "Alright, if you can find out who she’s talking to, I’ll grant you something reasonable."

Song Yi took a deep breath, roughly understanding what Tang Si wanted to do.

He interrupted their conversation directly in this way and ended it as such.

There really was no good way for her to bring it back up, the chat from last night had just been a misunderstanding.

Now was the time to handle serious matters.

Song Yi cleared her throat softly: "Can you not press me down like this? Let go first, it’s making me uncomfortable."

Tang Si released her hands, immediately leaving the windowsill.

Frowning slightly, she gently rubbed her wrist, reddened from his grip, her face flushed like a peach blossom, perhaps from the fright just now.

Her fox-like eyes held a soft and weak demeanor: "No idea how to cherish beauty at all."

Song Yi complained aloud.

Tang Si looked at her reddened wrist, thinking he hadn’t used much force, yet her wrist was this red.

The man suddenly curled his lips into a slight smile, a feeling of laziness spreading, he spoke with a somewhat careless tone: "You’re such a delicate thing."

The next second, he raised his wrist to glance at his watch, then retracted a bit of his lazy demeanor: "I’m leaving, make sure to handle what I told you properly."

He had come specially to tell her this.

Song Yi stared at Tang Si, at this moment, the man had both hands in his pants pockets, difficult to see his face in the dim light, only making out his silhouette, his jawline smooth, this hazy feeling emitted a calm and restrained aura from within.

A mysteriously intellectual allure, unique to mature men. Bold and low-key, it seductively lingered in the air.

She licked her lips: "Alright."

Swallowed hard, feeling a bit itchy inside, he really was flawless from every angle, he was really handsome, handsomely captivating.

At this moment, Tang Si in front of her was not only a money tree, this man was unlike any she had met before, he was free and easy yet exuded an air of stable integrity, roguishly charming but in moderation, he could morph into any enticing look without crossing boundaries, without making anyone feel anything was amiss.

No matter what appearance he showed in front of her, he drew her heart straight in, stirring it fiercely.

At this instant, Song Yi probably understood what it meant to be captivated by male beauty.

Tang Si gave a few more instructions, then prepared to leave with long strides.

While in Song Yi’s ears, his magnetic voice and seductive tone hovered lightly.

His speech always had a calm laziness, with a suppressed voice that made each word wrap around her, sending electrifying shivers through her body.

To the point where she didn’t pay attention to what he actually said.

How could someone’s voice make you feel so weak all over!

Song Yi never considered herself a voice fetishist, but hearing his voice, the longer she listened the deeper she fell, she simply loved his tone and rhythm.

"Wait—" Song Yi hurriedly called out as his upright silhouette was about to vanish from her sight.

The man turned back, hands in his pants pockets, peach blossom eyes curved with a smile, lazily looking over: "What?"

"You... what did you just say again?"