Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 323: Sneaking a Feel Early in the Morning?
However, a long time had passed, and the man standing at the door was still not coming over to sleep.
Song Yi furrowed her brow, got up, and slowly walked over.
Tang Si was leaning against the railing when he heard rustling sounds from behind.
He quickly stashed the cigarette in his hand, putting it away.
Song Yi approached, wrapping her arms around his waist: "Can’t sleep?"
"Just woke up." Tang Si replied, lifting a hand to rub Song Yi’s head: "Why are you up?"
Song Yi: "Wanted some water."
Tang Si’s breathing was heavy, suppressing his inner feelings, his palms sweaty.
Seeing her, he couldn’t help but overthink, his settled heart beginning to grow anxious again.
The hand behind his back clutching the cigarette slowly closed around it.
The burning cigarette butt stung his palm, the sharp pain making him feel much more awake and relaxed.
He slowly said, "I’ll get it for you."
Song Yi looked at him: "Okay."
And then Tang Si poured her water, everything entirely normal.
In the end, Tang Si held her as they fell asleep.
That night, it seemed like neither of them slept well.
...
The next day.
Sunlight pierced through the glass, filtering through the curtains and into the bedroom.
Song Yi groggily opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the man sleeping in front of her.
His features were delicate, eyes peacefully closed, exuding an aura of tranquility and grace.
Lazily.
Waking up and seeing the person you love first thing—that kind of feeling is hard to express in words.
Song Yi couldn’t help but curl her lips into a small smile.
She reached out, wanting to touch his face.
Her wrist was suddenly caught by the man, Song Yi watched the man next to her open his eyes.
His just-awoken eyes were blurry yet profound, carrying a hint of laziness.
His lips tugged slightly: "What are you doing?"
"Sneaking a feel early in the morning?"
When he laughed, there was always a bit of mischief in it, reaching right into her heart.
Song Yi replied confidently, "I’m openly taking advantage, why does it matter if you’re asleep?"
Tang Si pinched her cheek: "So according to you, if I’m asleep, you can do whatever you want, huh?"
Looking at him now, everything seemed natural and normal, nothing amiss.
As if everything from yesterday was an illusion.
Song Yi chuckled, pushing his hand away, muttering: "Stop pinching my face, or it’ll get chubby."
"Hah." Tang Si chuckled, his voice low as he leaned in, forehead to hers: "Actually, pinching elsewhere could also get it chubby, but I’m afraid you’d call me a pervert."
"Besides, the face can be pinched anytime, anywhere, but not other places."
His tone was drawling, with a bit of laziness still lingering in his just-awoken voice, sounding nonchalant, somewhat roguish.
"Oh?" Song Yi moved slightly away, feigning ignorance: "What other places are you talking about then?"
Tang Si’s gaze fell on her chest: "Wanna try?"
He raised his hand as if to gesture, and Song Yi stopped him: "Wait, I still have something to say."
Looking at the woman’s smiling face in front of him, he raised an eyebrow: "Alright, go ahead."
Song Yi cleared her throat: "Everything in the world follows rules, according to your theory, if pinching the face makes it chubby, pinching other places can make them bigger. If it works on me, can it work on you too?"
"For example... Can it be proven the same?" Song Yi said, throwing a coquettish glance.
Her face was full of a bright, beaming smile.
"Ah." Instantly, Tang Si gripped her waist: "Don’t you already know?"
He held her hand.
Urging her to try it.
He chuckled as he spoke: "Isn’t it bigger with a touch? Hm?"
Song Yi felt embarrassed, wanting to retract her hand.
But no matter what, she couldn’t break free from his grip.
Tang Si looked at her flushed cheeks, continuing to laugh: "Or are you implying that I’m not... sufficient?"
"Want to implement this theory every day with me, huh?"
Song Yi felt like she had truly dug a deep hole for herself.
She stammered, "N-not what I mean..."
Every previous time, she never really held on.
She was barely half alive.
"Then what do you mean?" Tang Si: "Hm?"
"I, I, I..." Song Yi’s mind raced, struggling to find a rebuttal.
She realized this man was indeed a master negotiator.
Whenever you follow his lead, you’ll inevitably fall into a trap, without even realizing it.
He always had the knack for leading people on.
"Enough with the ’I’s." Tang Si said in a raspy voice, "Let me give you an answer."
Song Yi lifted her gaze to look at him, her eyes meeting his.
Those amorous eyes were deep, carrying a hint of seductive allure.
They were a whirlpool she could easily get lost in.
Her mind a muddle, Song Yi followed his lead with a question: "What?"
"You’re just asking for it."
Once spoken, Song Yi’s lips were sealed by his.
The room was filled with the sound of muffled voices.
Haha was awakened by the noise outside the door, wandering over.
It walked to the door, tapping it twice with its paw. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
But the two inside seemed to have no intention of acknowledging it.
"Woof woof woof—!"
Song Yi heard Haha’s barking, as if sensing hope.
Her face flushed: "Hey..." She pushed at Tang Si’s shoulder: "Is Haha hungry? Should we feed him something?"
Tang Si: "What do you call me?"
"Tang Si."
Tang Si smirked: "What?"
Song Yi covered her mouth, preventing any sound, and struggled to say: "Brother..."
"Not right."
Song Yi couldn’t take it anymore.
"Husband!"
"Good..." Tang Si’s voice was very low: "Haha has dog food, he won’t be hungry."
"..."
Haha barked a few more times outside and eventually gave up seeing they ignored it.
The dog had no idea what the two were doing inside.
Around eleven thirty in the morning.
Tang Si helped Song Yi with her bath, and she sat on the bed.
A bit existentially confused.
She felt like she was going to have to crawl to move.
Her feet hurt upon touching the floor.
"Want me to dress you?" Tang Si retrieved two pieces from the wardrobe, having already changed himself, asking her: "Which color?"
Song Yi: "..."
She didn’t want to respond to this bastard right now, as he appeared smug.
Seeing her not answer, Tang Si chuckled.
"Then white it is, I remember you like wearing white."
He said, bringing the white piece closer to the bed.
Song Yi retreated further: "Don’t touch me now."
She was filled with resentment.
"Oh." Tang Si said, holding the garment, "You brought it upon yourself, and now you’re mad at me?"
Song Yi pointed at him: "You bastard...!"
Before she could finish, Tang Si grabbed her finger: "What?"
Song Yi instantly caved: "Noth...ing!"
"If you really hurt, I can apply some ointment, it’ll feel better."
Saying this, he held onto her ankle, Song Yi instinctively clamping her legs together.
Tang Si laughed, looking at Song Yi: "Open them."
Song Yi: "..."
Obediently, she opened them a bit, as she was indeed uncomfortable.
"Not enough." Tang Si patted her calf: "Why are you shy? Where haven’t I seen?"
