Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 90: Don’t Pout, I Want to Kiss You

The playground is vast, the sky hasn’t fully brightened yet.

Tang Si saw from afar that petite figure in the mist, running towards him.

Her silhouette gradually became clearer, wearing standard training clothes, her hair not yet tied up. As she reached him, she was panting with breath.

Her cheeks were rosy red.

Song Yi stopped in front of him, her arrival like sunlight breaking through the darkness, full of warmth and charm.

Seeing her early in the morning seemed to brighten his entire mood.

"Good morning." Song Yi lifted her hand, looking up at him, waving sweetly – her greeting was especially pleasant to hear.

The girl looked at him with curved eyes.

The man stopped, stood upright, looking down at the vibrant girl before him.

His thin lips moved slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips: "Morning."

That one word, his breath steady, not even a hint of panting.

Song Yi: "..."

Her face fell instantly; she didn’t hear the panting she hoped for.

Did you run a fake lap?

"You’re up so early?" he asked.

The man’s morning voice was lazily unintentional, lingering in her ears, making her entire body feel an itch.

Ah, if this voice were to lure her to the bed, it would surely be deadly.

Plus, those naturally alluring peach blossom eyes and a mix of honest and roguish aura, his face was devilishly attractive.

Song Yi felt her heart take a hit from beauty early in the morning.

She took a deep breath—

A second or two later, she smiled, looking up at him: "I saw you running here, so I wanted to learn more from you."

He slightly turned his head, glanced at the distance, and said vaguely: "But dealing with you doesn’t tire me."

From the side, the man’s profile was smooth and delicate, beads of sweat at his forehead.

Song Yi pouted, sweetly and reluctantly saying: "What did I do?"

Tang Si listened, Song Yi’s voice softened to her core, gentle and charming.

He turned his head to look at her, the light flickering in his peach blossom eyes, profound and restrained.

The curve of his lips carried a hint of wildness, causing Song Yi’s heartbeat, which had calmed down, to skip again.

He said: "Don’t pout." The thought was fanciful, wanting to kiss.

"What are you trying to learn?" he returned to the earlier topic.

"Running? Getting up early? Or what?"

"...Uh." Song Yi stared blankly at the captivating man before her, pursing her lips: "Anything."

He slowly said: "Running, do you want me to teach you?"

Tang Si laughed, casually and indifferently radiating a lazy vibe from inside out, his voice endlessly echoing in her ears, magnetic and so low it was senseless, pulling at her heartstrings.

His smile was particularly beautiful, his whole being glowing as if the world was lit up.

His always indifferent and distant peach blossom eyes seemed to gradually reveal a trace of intimacy from the depths.

Song Yi wondered if she was mistaken.

So...

"Ask you a little secret about men." Since we’re all familiar, there’s no need to be polite, right?

"Hmm?" Tang Si stepped forward, lightly responding.

Song Yi followed, the two walking side by side, one tall and one short, their figures fitting perfectly, a striking scene on the barren playground.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the soreness in her legs.

"I heard that when men wake up in the morning, they have a normal physiological phenomenon."

Song Yi’s soft voice, tender and penetrating.

Speaking, she leaned out, tilting her body to look at Tang Si, blinking with a smile: "How do you deal with it?"

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