Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 422 - 420: Throwing Yourself Into My Arms

Song Yi ran to the bathroom door, only to find that the person inside was gone.

It was empty inside.

She frowned, turned around, and met the man’s scorching gaze directly. There was a hint of amusement in those eyes, roguish and wicked.

At this moment, the man had already changed his clothes, only his black hair was still dripping with water.

A simple sitting posture and a scorching gaze made Song Yi’s ears burn.

She tightened the shirt in her hand, clearly she was no longer an ignorant little girl, what was going on, why was she blushing?

Tang Si put down the newspaper in his hand, the bright light shone on his face, blurring the look in his eyes, but highlighting the sly smile at the corner of his mouth: "Too slow, so I went to the balcony to get clothes and put them on myself."

"...?" Too slow? She clearly went to get the clothes as fast as she could, didn’t she?

If he won’t let her see, then he won’t let her see.

Song Yi pouted her little mouth slightly, what nonsense, finding so many excuses and reasons.

The main thing is, she actually fell for it! That’s just annoying.

Song Yi squeezed the clothes in her hand tightly and walked towards him with big steps, raising her hand to throw the shirt hard at his face.

"Do you find it fun to tease me?"

"No." Tang Si removed the shirt from his face: "I really found some outside, so I went out to get them to wear."

"How would I dare to tease you?"

The man leaned lazily against the sofa, his eyebrows light and slightly lazy: "Hmm... a bit tired."

He supported his head with one hand, raised his eyes to stare at Song Yi, but there was a hint of allure in his gaze: "But, my hair isn’t dry yet."

The light in his dark pupils was deep.

Song Yi stood there, her lips suddenly curving into a faint smile, sweet and charming, her tone also sugary sweet: "What? Want me to dry your hair for you?"

"Mm." Tang Si nodded, his thin lips curled slightly: "Is that okay?"

His gaze swept across her face and downwards. She had just taken a bath and was wearing his white shirt, with nothing underneath.

His gaze swept over her leisurely and unhurriedly.

The light grew thick and ambiguous because of this gaze, layers of halos spreading and enveloping her entirely.

With simple words, and his enticing tone, she could endure, she could bear it.

But, his gaze seemed to strip away one’s clothes.

Plus, his deep magnetic voice was truly bone-tingling, tinged with a whisper, stirring up desire, obliging her thoughts to wander.

It made her entire face heat up in bursts.

It proved that even though she wasn’t some naive little girl, his mere look could make her face flush and ears burn.

Rather than saying that, it should be said Tang Si had this ability.

"No way." Song Yi said crossly.

"Since I’m already out." He nodded towards the bathroom: "You go use it."

From Song Yi’s angle, the light shone directly on Tang Si’s face.

There was a fine layer of sweat on his face. At first, Song Yi thought it was the water droplets from his hair touching it, but there were more and more, not like droplets.

Just fine beads of sweat.

It wasn’t summer, so it shouldn’t be hot, right?

He only just got out of the shower.

Song Yi’s eyes rolled around, could it be... he really did that inside?

"You..." Song Yi’s suspicious gaze fixed on Tang Si as she stepped closer to him step by step.

Tang Si’s peach blossom eyes lifted slightly, his jawline instantly tensed, and his Adam’s apple seemed to roll with tension.

His body moved back slightly as if guarding against her.

He had the air of a househusband being harassed by a female gangster.

This action made Song Yi squint her eyes.

There must be something going on, his action was too unusual.

"Don’t move." Song Yi pointed at him and suddenly pounced towards Tang Si: "Let me check you..."

"Hiss." His suppressed groan made Song Yi swallow back the rest of her words.

Tang Si caught the pouncing Song Yi, his hand tightly pressed against her lower back, afraid she might fall off him and hit the table and start crying.

"What are you checking on me for?" He asked with a low chuckle, not a hint of concern: "If you wanted a hug, you didn’t need to do it like this?"

She was enveloped in his breath, his pleasant voice in her ears, his chin just rested against her forehead, words spilling from his throat.

With warm breath stirring her heart.

All her limbs seemed to be coursing with tingling electric currents, uncontrollably yet willingly sinking deeper.

The long straight legs shining like jade under the light, the man’s fingers long and slender, lightly touched.

"Whatever you want to do or see, I can agree to it."

"Just, can you be a little subtle, right?"

The scent of shower gel mixed with a masculine pheromone filled Song Yi’s nostrils.

It was a very pleasant scent naturally emanating from him.

He let her sit on his lap, back facing him.

His big hand winding around her waist in circles.

The man’s chin rested on her shoulder, leaning in to her ear: "If you want me to hold you, I’ll hold you for a while."

"After the hug, help brother dry his hair, and blow it a bit, okay?"

His sexy magnetic voice teased with its cadence, quietly entering her ear, warm breath brushing over, making Song Yi shiver lightly.

She realized, she really couldn’t be in close contact with him, he carried a soul-enchanting scent.

From afar, she could be charmed to distraction, but she could grit her teeth and resist.

Up close, she couldn’t bear his teasing, especially that voice, each word spoken seemed to pour out with breath, emanating from the chest, feeling the resonance up close.

Deep, resonating with her heart.

Every word made her tremble.

Song Yi’s toes curled slightly, her breathing slowed: "Mm."

"Tang Si."

"Mm?"

Song Yi’s voice trembled softly, tender, watery eyes gazing at the man’s finely sweaty handsome face: "Before this, take off your clothes and let me check."

Afterward, she lowered her eyes, able to see Tang Si’s arm, the firm lines of his forearm, clearly visible veins and blood vessels, solid and well-proportioned muscles, just right.

Even his hand exuded an alluring charm.

When he held her and hummed, it was a sound of pain, but not from her hitting him.

That sound was strained and restrained.

It’s not anything else, he must be injured. Now, he’s teasing, but her mind doesn’t have those thoughts.

Tang Si never treated his body with care.

But she cared most about his injuries.

The man didn’t let go of her, instead held her tighter.

Humming leisurely, seemingly teasing her nervousness.

Song Yi frowned: "Tang Si."

The man’s low voice came from behind her ear: "Baby, if you look at my body and feel nothing, I’ll be heartbroken."

"If you want to see, you have to take responsibility."