Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 352: Bro... Should We Make It Quick?

Song Yi lifted her head along the man’s arm and looked at his profile: "Hmm?"

Tang Si pressed her down, leaning toward her.

The warm breath fell on the corner of her lips, filled with a strong masculine scent, voice husky: "I don’t care how he treats me."

"But baby, a man coming home exhausted doesn’t want to drink with other men."

The words made Song Yi’s heart race.

Her ears started burning for some unknown reason, getting hot.

He said, "A man just wants his own woman."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi’s heart skipped a beat.

Tang Si, with closed eyes, completely relaxed, buried his head in her neck.

Deeply, slowly, breathing in.

One breath after another, the magnetic, low voice lingered in her ears, making Song Yi’s heart leap.

Too seductive, making her blush and her heart race.

It seemed like dependence, a man’s coyness.

Song Yi trembled, listening to his breathing, feeling her limbs go soft, flooded with electricity.

Her small hand slid through his hair, holding the back of his head, speaking: "Brother..."

"Hmm?" Tang Si responded softly.

The soft, tender call of ’Brother’ made his whole body feel weak.

Song Yi bit her teeth tightly: "Don’t, don’t chu

an."

Tang Si smelled the addictive, pleasant scent on her body.

It seemed only in this way could he prove that this woman was truly by his side.

Belonging to him.

Listening to her voice, he laughed, not raising his head, but speaking slowly: "So what should I do... Brother is tired from a day’s work, can’t I lean on my little friend for a rest?"

His lips almost touching Song Yi’s collarbone, while speaking, his lips brushed lightly, making Song Yi uncomfortable.

Yet she didn’t want to push him away.

She could only bear it.

Additionally, that tone sounded pitiful, very dependent.

This made Song Yi even more unwilling to refuse.

Song Yi had always been someone who yielded to neither persuasion nor coercion, yet was completely under Tang Si’s control.

Was it Song Yi’s compromise, or was Tang Si particularly skilled at handling people?

Perhaps both, as love is always about mutual compatibility and change.

Seeing Tang Si like this, Song Yi truly felt deep down that this man was tired.

She thought she shouldn’t have agreed to Fu Jingsheng coming over to drink.

She realized she was too inconsiderate, feeling a little guilty inside.

Song Yi licked her lips, gently touching the back of his head, whispered: "So what should I do?"

"Really want to..."

"He’s coming to pick up my sister now, should we... make it quick?"

Tang Si laughed lowly upon hearing this, even his chest vibrating.

He said, "How is that enough? Not enough time."

The tone carried a mischievous charm.

Song Yi frowned: "Then after we eat, compensate you? I’ll follow your lead?"

Chatting intimately with Song Yi made him feel as if the whole world quieted down, no cases, no criminals, no victims, no suspects, everything seemed peaceful and gentle.

Tang Si got up from her, forehead to forehead, his raspy voice came from his throat: "How could I bear that?"

"Just joking."

Facing him like this, Song Yi felt even more guilty.

Tang Si truly was a master at this.

Everyone around him was irrevocably loyal to him.

Song Yi moved closer to Tang Si, hugging him tightly: "I won’t do this again next time, will ask your opinion beforehand."

"You’re not wrong." Tang Si gently kissed Song Yi’s forehead, shedding the coldness, leaving only tenderness: "Meeting your friends isn’t a bad thing."

"Only joking, flirting, you took it seriously?" he lightly patted her head: "Silly girl."

Song Yi hugged him tight: "I don’t care, you’re my boyfriend, whatever happens next, I call the shots."

...

When Fu Jingsheng drove out, it was already eight o’clock.

By eight in the evening, the sky was dark, and the city’s neon lights were lit.

The car steadily parked at the school gate.

He wore simple casual attire, earrings once again adorning his ears.

Hands in pockets, striding into the school with a rebellious air, handsome looks drawing the attention of schoolgirls.

Fu Jingsheng was indifferent, heading to the classroom location Song Yi mentioned to find Song Nuan.

Only to find she wasn’t in the classroom.

"Excuse me, can I ask, is Song Nuan here?" Fu Jingsheng casually grabbed someone and asked.

By chance, it was a female student, who stuttered at seeing Fu Jingsheng: "Sh-she probably went to the bathroom, haven’t seen her since class ended."

Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow: "Where’s the bathroom?"

The girl pointed in a direction.

Fu Jingsheng smirked: "Thanks, little sister."

That call of ’little sister’ made the girl’s face immediately red.

Fu Jingsheng paid no mind, turning and leaving.

Song Nuan came out of the bathroom, feeling the cool breeze, despite wearing two layers today, she still felt cold.

By now, it was close to class time, so there were fewer people in the bathroom.

Song Nuan had a bit of an upset stomach today.

Standing at the sink, she washed her hands, and as she lowered her head, she seemingly noticed a shadow standing behind her.

The faucet was running, gushing water, with no other sound around, Song Nuan immediately looked up, glancing at the mirror, but it was empty.

Song Nuan took a deep breath, glanced behind herself again.

But there was nothing.

Song Nuan closed her eyes briefly, maybe the shadows Gu Nanjiu left were too large.

Causing some lingering effects now.

After washing her hands, she wiped them with a towel, throwing it in the trash.

The corner of her eye seemed to catch another flash of darkness.

At this moment, Song Nuan’s breath tightened a little, her heartbeat quickening.

Eyes cautiously sweeping around, confirming nothing was there.

Song Nuan hurried out of the bathroom.

Outside, the chilly wind blew, Song Nuan gasped for breath, her eyes filled with fear, feeling a chill on her back, her legs a bit weak.

Thinking she shouldn’t linger, she lowered her head, quickly heading back to the classroom.

"Ah—!" Rounding a corner, she suddenly bumped into someone.

With already tense nerves, Song Nuan collapsed at this moment,

Holding her head, covering her ears, crouching down to scream: "Don’t come near!"

The girl’s sweet voice turned sharp, the trembling tone revealing her extreme fear.

Fu Jingsheng, seeing her like this, paused: "Little Nuannuan? It’s me, Fu Jingsheng."

Amidst her fear, Song Nuan heard a familiar voice, hesitantly raising her head—