Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 334: Now I Understand Why Kings Skip Court in the Morning
Director Cheng came specifically today to talk to him about the murder case and to encourage him to go back and rest.
After just finishing a case, if he immediately dives into the next one, Director Cheng’s heart aches for him too.
Five years ago, Tang Si joined the criminal investigation team at the Public Security Bureau, full of arrogance but also terrifyingly composed.
At that time, he was 23 years old.
Now, he is even better at concealing himself. If he doesn’t choose to reveal it, no one can tell what he’s thinking.
.....
Song Yi was at home, originally unable to sleep.
But after scrolling through her social media, she saw the post Tang Si shared.
She smiled, saved the photo of him wearing a bracelet, and also saved a screenshot of his post to her album.
Holding her phone in hand, she unknowingly fell asleep on the sofa.
Haha wandered over to Song Yi’s feet, wagged its tail, then dragged a blanket over to cover Song Yi.
Then it lay down by her feet.
It was already one o’clock in the morning.
Outside, the sky was too dark to see the road.
The lights in the neighborhood glowed weakly, with neon flickering in the distance.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the door.
Haha’s eyes immediately shot open, standing up alertly to watch the door.
The doorknob turned, and Tang Si stepped inside. Haha instantly relaxed and ran to the door to greet him.
As Tang Si opened the door, Haha jumped over, and Tang Si bent slightly: "Where’s your mom?"
Haha led Tang Si toward the sofa.
Indicating for him to take Song Yi to bed.
"Okay, got it." Tang Si patted Haha’s head: "Go play on your own."
Haha understood Tang Si’s words, quietly stepping away, unusually not clinging to anyone nor causing chaos at home.
Song Yi slept soundly, her jacket slipping off, revealing a delicate camisole underneath, her shoulders squared and collarbones exceptionally elegant.
Still clutching her phone tightly, Tang Si smiled slightly, bending down to gently take her phone away.
Song Yi’s phone wasn’t locked. Upon pressing the unlock button, Tang Si saw the paused social media page. He hesitated momentarily, then glanced at Song Yi’s serene sleeping face, a faint smile on his lips.
Tenderness to the core, anywhere she is seems peaceful and beautiful.
"Hugging the phone over reality."
Tang Si chuckled lightly, leaning down to kiss Song Yi’s forehead, his voice low and teasing: "And my little enchantress said she might not sleep well without me to sleep beside."
Tang Si sighed and effortlessly lifted her from the sofa, and Song Yi instinctively snuggled into his embrace.
Feeling Song Yi’s movement, Tang Si thought she might be awake, but when he looked down, the little enchantress still slept soundly, eyes closed, prompting another chuckle from him: "Slept well, didn’t you."
He then carried her to the bedroom.
Some people, some dependencies, are ingrained deep within. Even asleep, even unconsciously, they draw near, absorbing the soothing and captivating aura you emit.
Bedroom.
Tang Si turned on a dim light.
Under the soft glow, he carefully removed Song Yi’s jacket.
Her arms were smooth and slender, sleeping deeply, Tang Si moved tenderly, keeping her undisturbed.
The jacket came off, leaving just a thin camisole.
Tang Si pursed his lips gently, pondering how she might sleep more comfortably?
For women, naturally, it’s when there are no constraints, and he knew Song Yi wore pajamas for sleep but not underneath.
In the dim ambiance, her demeanor appeared even more vulnerable, and Tang Si breathed deeply, placing her on the bed.
He rose to fetch her pajamas.
Half-asleep and feeling somewhat restricted, Song Yi, subconsciously and habitually, tugged off the camisole, threw aside what lay beneath, flipped over, and continued sleeping.
Tang Si, just turning to grab the pajamas, found himself hit by the thrown item.
He reached up to take it off his head, still warm from her, and upon realizing what it was, his hand trembled slightly.
His gaze instinctively darted toward the sleeping woman on the bed, noting she wasn’t awake.
He gritted his teeth.
Stepping over, he flipped her, positioned her properly, and suppressed his thoughts as he covered her with the blanket.
"Where does this bad habit come from?" Tang Si ground out: "How can I confidently leave you alone to sleep in the future?"
Always taking off her clothes to sleep.
Song Yi murmured vaguely, smacking her lips, turning over, and continuing to sleep.
Tang Si: "..."
He glanced at the item in his hand.
Fine, perhaps the pajamas shouldn’t be changed tonight; she’s better off sleeping as she is.
He stepped into the bathroom, manually washed and hung to dry what he had in hand.
Now nearing two o’clock, Tang Si observed the woman sleeping deeply on the bed, finding himself slightly drowsy too.
He didn’t change clothes or shower, merely lay beside Song Yi, holding her through the blanket as he slept.
"Tang Si..."
Just as he closed his eyes, the little enchantress next to him whispered softly. Tang Si opened his eyes, thinking she was awake, but found she wasn’t.
She was merely calling him in her dream.
Yet Tang Si replied gently: "I’m here."
Song Yi pouted drowsily: "Why are you pulling off my clothes."
"..."
"I’m not even hot." Song Yi: "Quit messing with me, you rogue."
Tang Si: "..."
Song Yi paused and lay silent.
After a couple of seconds, she murmured again: "I hope my dear rogue stays well."
That statement hit Tang Si, tugging at his heart.
Even sleeping, she’s thinking of him.
Sweet yet a little heartbreaking.
...
Around four, Tang Si was awakened by the vibration of a text message. His sleep was always light, any disturbance could wake him.
He opened his eyes, dark as night, surveying the little enchantress beside him, still sound asleep.
He cupped her face, placing a gentle kiss.
"Your boyfriend is off to work, be good and wait for me at home." Looking at her tranquil face, Tang Si smiled softly.
He understood now why rulers would neglect their duties.
Even when they did nothing last night, having her beside him, a woman whose dreams were full of him.
This kind of tender bliss, who would be willing to leave?
...
Seven o’clock, Song Yi had her biological clock set, waking right on time.
The first thing she did was stretch a lazy stretch, recalling last night’s sweet dream where Tang Si returned.
Wait a minute...
Song Yi suddenly realized her upper body was bare, her heart skipped; was it not a dream?
She instantly turned to see nobody next to her, perhaps he was up already.
Song Yi sat up hurriedly, tossed on any garment, and dashed barefoot into the living room: "Tang Si."
