Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 342: Is Captain Tang Rubbing Her Leg, or Breaking It with Seduction?
The feeling of helplessness came rushing toward Song Yi like a strong wind from the desert, carrying gritty sands that blurred her vision.
Emotions densely settled on the tip of Song Yi’s heart.
Her soft body leaned close to Tang Si, and her small hand gently grasped his hand: "Tang Si, it’s mealtime, let’s go eat, I’m hungry."
Even in her helplessness, she somehow had a knack for influencing Tang Si’s emotions.
Her thin back was very straight, a testament to her current tension and uncertainty.
The dim corridor did not receive sunlight, making Song Yi appear even more fragile.
The man originally silent suddenly pulled the woman before him into his embrace—
His abrupt action left Song Yi a bit surprised.
All she could hear was the sound of the man’s steady breathing beside her ear.
It seemed like nothing was wrong.
Before Song Yi could speak, Tang Si gently rubbed her head: "Thank you for being here."
He agreed to let Song Yi come along, from the deepest part of his heart, he needed a mental anchor; her presence calmed his mind.
"What happened just now?" Song Yi took the opportunity to ask.
"I thought of some unpleasant memories." Tang Si’s voice was low, reminiscent of the sound of a pen scratching against rough paper, very raspy and sexy.
"Let’s check out that restaurant and have dinner." His tone was serene, like standing calmly in a clear pond.
In uniform, he exuded a natural sense of restraint and charisma.
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Restaurant.
After the incident and the subsequent investigation.
There were significantly fewer guests here.
Tang Si and Song Yi walked in, and the waiter who was napping in the foyer immediately perked up upon seeing Tang Si in his uniform.
There was also a hint of nervousness.
Tang Si always walked in a leisurely manner, exuding a certain laziness.
He was someone who understood himself very well and could control himself effectively; even if the images in his mind were difficult to swallow, he could restrain his external emotions.
The rogue-like charm, steady demeanor, and sharp wit were almost synonymous with him.
The man was already strikingly attractive, and when quiet, he exuded an ink-like solemnness, giving off a strong sense of dominance.
In contrast, the woman beside him was not too delicate, exuding a captivating visual effect, bright and alluring, intense yet flamboyant. As she entered the door, a gentle fragrance enveloped her.
Looking sideways at the man smiling beside her, the scene seemed to deepen the romantic ambiance of the restaurant lights.
Walking together, they made people both nervous and relaxed.
The waiter stood straight and looked at Song Yi: "Excuse me, are you here for dining? A table for two or more? Do you have a reservation?"
Up close, her skin was thin and delicate, with a slight blush, as if tinged with peach blossom. Her fox-like eyes slightly lifted as she looked at him, charmingly attractive.
Even more exquisitely beautiful, she smiled gently, bright and radiant. She was simply stunning.
Tang Si raised an eyebrow, tapped the table, his voice carrying a lazy tone: "It’s like this, my colleague was supposed to have been here before, now I need to go to the backyard, please show me the way."
His tone was leisurely and indifferent, with peach blossom eyes, sharp at the inner corners, carrying a distant coolness and a powerful presence.
The waiter immediately understood.
"..." Fine, next time I won’t look at your woman. Alright?
Is it really necessary to stare at him with such a devouring gaze? Is it?
They walked to the backyard and took a look around, finding a cigarette butt, which Tang Si bagged as evidence.
He then lifted his eyes and noticed a camera in the corridor: "Can that surveillance footage be accessed?"
Waiter: "That’s a blind spot; it doesn’t cover this area."
Tang Si was unfazed: "Take me to see."
Surveillance room.
Tang Si retrieved footage from the three hours before Liu Zhong’s death.
Tang Si: "Do us a favor and bring some food over, charge it and we’ll pay later, thanks."
The waiter complied.
Song Yi held her phone and directed that the meal delivery continue to the city’s headquarters.
Tang Si glanced sideways and saw her quietly sitting there, appearing frail yet captivating; her skin was exquisitely delicate, her bone structure refined.
She sat, small and unobtrusive, next to him.
He licked his lips and said to Song Yi: "After dinner, take a nap, or I can have someone take you home."
"Hmm?" Song Yi raised her fox-like eyes at his words.
She looked at Tang Si: "I’m not leaving, not resting; today I’ll stay with you, until..."
Song Yi’s gaze fell to his waist, teasingly raising her eyebrows: "Until I can claim your underwear." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Tang Si dropped his gaze, looked at himself, and chuckled, the smile naturally rogue-like.
"Every part of me is yours, isn’t Little Tang Si good to you? Why fuss over mere clothing?"
As he spoke, the gaze from his peach blossom eyes fell on Song Yi’s face, with an enchanting and captivating sentiment.
Song Yi shrugged, smiling at Tang Si; her beauty was not just superficial but deeply ingrained in her bones, those captivating elements etched into her very marrow.
She bathed in a gentle sunshine, with the surrounding air infused with sweetness.
"Just thought of changing its outfit, nothing more."
"Hmm—" He spoke slowly, each word searing to the heart: "Next time, change the style; clothes aren’t needed, perhaps a raincoat or a small umbrella."
Song Yi’s complexion turned as red as if soaked in rouge.
His smiled widened, indulgent and wild, naturally rogue-like.
"Not teasing you anymore, let me check the surveillance."
He pointed to the surveillance footage.
Song Yi kicked Tang Si’s calf: "Old rascal."
Tang Si extended his large hand and directly grasped her kicked leg, holding her ankle, his smile unfading, eyes fixed on the surveillance footage.
The large hand was calloused, its coarse grip on her leg somewhat warm, a bit ticklish, and it felt like an electric current running through Song Yi’s entire body.
She wanted to draw her leg back, but Tang Si didn’t let go.
Song Yi glared at Tang Si.
Before she could speak, his gentle voice arrived: "Don’t move."
As he spoke, his large hand patted her calf, cautioning her of her restless movements, and then came the follow-up: "Since you’ve been walking around with me, let me massage your feet."
His voice was pleasant, always casually rising with a laziness that contrasted with its impact on Song Yi, stirring waves in her heart.
The thick and sticky sensation washed over her like seawater, wrapping her in a sweet embrace.
Leaning against the chair, her leg naturally rested on his, watching quietly as Tang Si massaged her leg.
All while he calmly gazed at the surveillance footage.
The moment was both serene and beautiful.
The waiter entered, witnessing the scene and drenched in romance.
Song Yi ate her meal, occasionally feeding him.
After about two hours, Tang Si copied a video—
