Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 322: Want Me to Give You a Bath?

She stood quietly in the night.

Song Yi stared straight at him.

As if she wanted to see through him.

Tang Si smiled slightly and bent down to hold her up, "What’s wrong with this? If you are willing, I’ll hold you until we’re old."

This princess carry was steady and sure.

Song Yi wrapped her arms around his neck naturally, watching him walk into the building without saying a word.

Thinking about it, she bit his collarbone, her hands also restless.

Constantly, dangerously probing.

"Song Yi." Tang Si suddenly stopped walking, looked down at her, knowing what she wanted to do.

"Hmm?" Song Yi looked up, "What’s the matter?"

Tang Si exhaled, looked at her, and spoke softly, "I’m a bit tired, want to sleep early tonight."

His voice carrying fatigue, and his eyes were full of weariness.

Song Yi frowned tightly, had he... rejected her?

After a moment of silence.

She suddenly pushed Tang Si away, got off him.

"What did my parents say to you?" she stared at him and asked.

It always seemed that he wasn’t as spirited tonight, not as relaxed as usual.

Everything was fine, but ever since he talked with her parents, he became like this, a bit strange, absent-minded.

Without waiting for Tang Si to speak, Song Yi continued, "No matter what they said, it’s not my wish, I don’t want you to let their words affect our relationship."

"Being in love is a matter between us."

"Nothing." Tang Si spoke with a hoarse voice.

He also couldn’t bear to see Song Yi like this, his brows unconsciously knit tighter, emotions building and mixing in his heart.

"You didn’t?" Song Yi asked him.

After a brief silence, Tang Si rubbed his temples, exhaled slowly.

His tone softened, "I really didn’t."

"Just a bit tired."

At this moment, all of his emotional intelligence, his eloquent words, vanished in an instant.

All that was left were these pale words.

Song Yi squinted at him, watching the emotions on his face.

Clearly not quite believing.

"Alright." Tang Si saw her expression, sighed, wrapped his arm around her waist, kissed her cheek, "There are some work things, then uncle and aunt also talked to me about the dangers my work poses to you."

He said, "So I’m thinking about how to protect you well."

"I wasn’t giving you a hard time." Tang Si took her hand, "Listen, don’t overthink."

Song Yi, "Really?"

Tang Si laughed, "Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"

After saying this, he picked Song Yi up again, affectionately rubbed his face against hers, "Sweetheart, do you want your brother to give you a bath?"

This tone was casual.

Only then did Song Yi feel that Tang Si was really fine, her lips curved up slightly, "Shouldn’t it be me giving you a bath? Didn’t you say you’re tired?"

"Not that tired." Tang Si said with a smile, "I still have the strength to give you a bath."

"No bath, you rogue."

"Mhm." Tang Si spoke gently, "Whatever you say, goes."

After the two went upstairs.

Finished washing up.

Song Yi fell asleep first, when Tang Si came out from the shower.

He saw her lying quietly on the bed, today’s anniversary event had indeed tired her out.

She fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

Originally, she wanted to wait for Tang Si to come out, but she couldn’t resist the drowsiness.

Watching her sleep soundly, the night was quiet, the room lit with warm yellow light, everything was peaceful and beautiful.

Tang Si watched her sleeping face, his eyes gradually deepening.

In his mind echoed Father Song’s words.

Again and again, swirling around his whole body and mind.

He began to doubt himself, could he really give her true stability and peace?

Looking at Song Yi, his lips moved slightly, wanting to say something to her while she slept, yet he couldn’t utter a single word.

His chest felt heavy and stifled, his limbs became very heavy.

Indeed, Father Song’s considerations were not wrong, he simply couldn’t completely guarantee her safety.

Nor could he guarantee there wouldn’t be any accident whatsoever.

Besides what he could give her, it seemed all he could bring were burdens.

If he were a healthy person, he might have some confidence.

But he wasn’t.

He couldn’t predict when his depression would flare up, nor could he know if it could be completely cured.

Even what he might do to her when it flared up, he didn’t know.

All of these were unknowns.

So...

So...

So what to do?

Tang Si looked at Song Yi, bitterly tugged at his lips, suppressing the agitation at the bottom of his heart.

Damn it, who knows what to do!

He frowned, withdrawing his gaze from her.

The more he thought about it, the more frantic and restless he became.

There was even an urge to smash something.

Previously the case was pressing down on him, leaving him no time to consider these things.

After the case ended, all the problems between him and Song Yi faced them head-on.

...

The night was deep as wine, the clouds thick, covering the moon.

And in this silent nightroom, besides the even breathing of the sleeping woman.

There was also the man’s heavy and unbearable breathing.

A rustling figure was heard in the room as things were rummaged through.

In the warm yellow light, the man took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer.

Poured some into his palm, drinking them down with cold water.

Then he sat on the floor by the bedside, his head resting against the bed.

One hand resting on his raised knee, his expression not looking good.

For quite a while.

Only then did Tang Si feel himself ease a little.

He glanced down at the medicine he had just taken.

It was for treating depression.

Just... his gaze deepened, was he to rely on such medications to control his emotions for the rest of his life?

He tilted his head back, his nape pressed against the bed, eyes closed.

With this tilt, the man’s jawline became clearer, the Adam’s apple faintly visible, exuding an aura of decadence yet seductiveness.

Like an apple rotten from within, still gleaming on the outside.

He didn’t know how long he sat on the floor, suddenly stood up, took a cigarette, and walked to the bedroom balcony.

Leaning against the rail, lighting it up.

In the night, a point of crimson rested at his fingertips, Tang Si took one deep drag after another, his eyes staring into the endless night, deep and hollow.

His gaze wandering aimlessly.

At this moment.

Song Yi on the bed opened her eyes, biting her lower lip, not saying a word.

She was aware that Tang Si took medicine by the bed and looked intently at her.

Tears glimmered in her eyes which she had closed, for reasons inexplicable.

Tears obstinately fell.

Tracing their way from the corners of her eyes, dampening the pillow.

If she were truly asleep, she wouldn’t have known any of this.

Yet he was so unwell, holding it in, coaxing her, making up excuses to tell her that things were fine.

Song Yi choked back the pain in her heart, forcing herself not to cry.

Otherwise, her voice might betray her, and then he’d discover it.

For someone as proud as him, he surely wouldn’t want her to see this unbecoming side.

She chose to act unaware; this matter had to be told by him personally.

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October 10, 2020, 23:58 retained

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