Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 65: Captain Tang, I Like You
It seemed unintentional, the tingling sensation on his chin, penetrating to the bone, with a hint of her fragrance, made the man’s breath quicken a bit.
Song Yi pinched his earlobe again and moved slightly: "You just said, there’s no room for pleading, and then you fainted, Captain Tang, what’s the punishment next?"
"..." Punishment, my ass.
Her voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.
The cameraman following them was still behind them, as Song Yi pinched his earlobe, coincidentally blocked by Tang Si’s head.
He tensed up all over, said nothing, and stepped into the medical room.
Placing Song Yi down, he said to the doctor, "Heatstroke, take a look at her."
Song Yi stared at his tightened jawline, sitting on the bed, her hands propped up on it, her slender legs swinging back and forth. She tilted her head slightly, smiling sweetly: "Thank you, Captain Tang, for bringing me here, sorry for the trouble. Next time, I’ll surely get stronger and hold on longer."
Tang Si had a short haircut, neat and tidy, with deep-set brow bones. When he smiled, his peach blossom eyes’ corners tilted up, carrying a hint of flirtation.
At this moment, he was calmly watching Song Yi, his hands tucked into his pockets. His posture was upright, exuding a sense of unconstraint and a bit of laziness.
The corner of his lips curved into a mischievous arc: "Alright, I’ll give you special training in the future."
The sound oozed lazily and magnetically from his throat, grinding against Song Yi’s eardrums and penetrating straight into her heart.
The camera was still recording, Song Yi glanced at it.
She didn’t mind being the focus, her flushed face seemed to be soaked in beauty, with enchanting eyes.
"Captain Tang, I like you..."
Her eyes were sparkling, staring into his eyes as she said this, pausing for a moment, as if the air stopped at this moment.
The doctor held the summer-heat medicine: "..."
Isn’t this filming a variety show? What is this scene?
Tang Si’s hand in his pocket tightened, his Adam’s apple moved twice under Song Yi’s gaze. He was about to speak.
Song Yi giggled: "I like the way you talk, I like the tone and rhythm of your speech, speak more for me."
Preferably, sweet nothings.
"But besides speaking, I also like to hear you..." Song Yi licked her lips, suddenly stopped, and looked sideways at the doctor: "Huh? Got it ready? Thank you, doctor sister."
Tang Si also left at this moment. After all, it’s a variety show, going on TV, Song Yi wouldn’t go too far. Watching him leave, her fox eyes blinked subtly.
...
In the afternoon, they got familiar with the base and were taken to the canteen for lunch.
Song Yi got much better, but during the meal, Tang Si was nowhere to be seen.
Late at night, after getting ready for bed, Song Yi stealthily took out her hidden phone and sent Tang Si a message.
Meanwhile, in another dormitory.
Tang Si came out of the shower, water droplets on his hair dripped down his cheeks, followed his Adam’s apple, all the way to his lower abdomen, disappearing at the mermaid line.
The towel wrapped around him covered everything.
His body was firm, with smooth lines, the typical hanger type of physique, with an added touch of rugged beauty.
With wet hair, water droplets on his face, his peach blossom eyes were clear and calm. This version of him, desirous and sexy.
While drying his hair, his phone buzzed.
Tang Si put down the towel in his hand, picked it up to look.
The nickname for the message was Little Goblin.
He slid to unlock it, the message details imprinted on his deep peach blossom eyes, staring at the screen, the man’s clear eyes gradually became profound, like the sky outside, darker and darker...
The message—
Little Goblin: I like hearing you pant, can I?
