Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 78: She’s Ambitious Enough to Make Him Lose Control
She looked at him with wide eyes as he just put her down, and then he prepared to get up.
Huh? Song Yi blinked, that’s it?
She couldn’t let Tang Si get up and leave.
In an instant, she reached out, grabbed his collar, and pulled him forward hard.
The force wasn’t very strong, but it was enough to pull him down completely.
He fell toward her with full force, quickly bracing his hands on the sofa beside her waist.
Their distance was only one or two centimeters apart.
She tightly clutched his collar, feeling the torrent of male hormones, her heart raced with a pounding thump.
The woman’s skin was tender, and at a closer look, her bright black eyes seemed to hold all the light in the world.
"Can you handle it?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
The woman tugged at the man’s collar, eyes seductive like silk, appearing slightly tipsy, clasping tightly and not letting go, like a gentle tantrum.
She wasn’t really interested in men, and at just 22, she wasn’t in a hurry.
Until that day she saw him on the highway, wearing sunglasses, with a sexy profile and an unrestrained, wild, and roguish demeanor.
That attitude colored the summer heat, and was deeply imprinted in her mind.
Later, he saved her from a fire, and cleared her of suspicion.
He was lazy yet refreshing, meticulous yet composed, everything about him tugged at her heartstrings.
After seeing this man, her eyes were full of desire.
So, she was always someone who followed her heart, always living freely and boldly.
He looked at her, his Adam’s apple moving, the ambiguous atmosphere wrapped tightly around them both.
The charming her, so close, with a drunken gaze that seemed open to anything.
It made his blood boil, surging and converging in one particular area.
The little temptress, always so enticing.
Such a wildly audacious tease, it was soul-stirring and engaging, as vibrant as the sun, as tender as a spring breeze, fascinating and almost too much to handle.
The man raised his hand, his peach blossom eyes revealing emotions Song Yi couldn’t understand, his fingertips slowly grazing across her lips.
Carrying a scorching heat, with a rough texture, the collision of tenderness and roughness.
A natural beauty of a woman, fragrant and alluring, a charming man, wild and with a restrained depth that was captivating.
Everything seemed just right.
Feeling his fingers brush over her lips, Song Yi trembled, a tingling electric current throughout her body, she looked at him, seemingly immersed in his tenderness and charm.
Her breathing slowed considerably.
"Let’s see if I can take it once you’re sober," his voice was soft, resonating from his chest, carrying an ambiguous laziness.
Magnetic and sexy, numbing his nerves.
She blinked in confusion, what was the meaning of this?
She had previously seen online...
"I heard that single men between eleven at night and one in the morning, basically all do the same thing." She slowly spoke this sentence.
Looking at him, her eyes full of a ’you know what I mean’ look.
Under the slightly deeper look in his eyes, she continued, "But now you have me, no need to use your hands."
"I heard that you men all like big ones, if you’re dissatisfied with me, as long as you’re willing to work hard, it might really grow...try it if you don’t believe me."
She still clutched his collar, her words teasing lightly, as if with a drunken flirtation.
Now, she was like a mental drug, making people addicted and reliant, alluring and perfectly enchanting.
She knew exactly how to properly stir a man’s emotions and mindset.
She was ambitious enough to make him lose control, to abandon all those chaotic rules and theories in his mind.
Like a poppy, numbing the nerves.
In the bright room, the man propped himself on the sides of the sofa, tightly clenching his fists, veins bulging, his long and well-defined knuckles exceedingly sexy.
The next second, he let out a low sound.
Raised his hand to get up, gently hooked her, cradling her in his arms, headed toward the bathroom—
