Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 348: Flirtatious Sugar-Feeding

Song Yi raised her hand to grab Liu Qiang’s wrist and pulled it down fiercely. At the same time, she kicked the hand holding the dagger hard.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The dagger fell to the ground with Song Yi’s kick, and she quickly turned and seized Liu Qiang.

The series of counterattacks was done beautifully, as if driven by instinct, clean and swift, without the slightest bit of hesitation.

This set of actions was so clean and professional that both Ningxia Chuan and Zhou Liang were stunned.

If these actions were genuine and not accidental, then they might not be able to beat Song Yi.

They can’t perform such smooth and rapid movements, but Tang Si can.

Song Yi herself was also somewhat puzzled by her own actions.

She held Liu Qiang, her gaze vacant as she looked at Tang Si: "I..."

She wanted to explain something but was at a loss for words because she herself didn’t know what was going on.

Time seemed to come to a standstill.

Tang Si stared at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, observing for a long time before speaking slowly: "Restrain Liu Qiang, Xiachuan watch over Liu Linyue, and ask routine questions once she’s calm."

Although a minor’s testimony carries less weight, it would still provide some clues.

After speaking, he bent over, picked up the handgun, and secured it.

Liu Qiang was restrained by Zhou Liang.

She was taken back to the municipal bureau.

Tang Si called over some trainee officers to prepare for a thorough investigation of the Liu Family.

"Ring ring ring—" Just as Tang Si was about to speak to Song Yi, his phone rang.

Lu Yu reported: "Si-ge, the DNA results from the cigarette butt are out; it’s indeed Liu Zhong’s."

Tang Si squinted, then nodded: "Alright, I got it."

This outcome was expected, without any surprises.

However, everything was proceeding so smoothly, almost eerily so.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Si licked his lips and looked at Song Yi.

Song Yi felt uneasy under his gaze and directly said, "I really haven’t learned any martial arts or anything like that. I’m not lying to you."

Her confrontation with Gu Nanjiu involved a burst of strength, and now again.

Song Yi herself truly doesn’t know what’s happening.

"Do you think..." Song Yi furrowed her brow, guessing, "Should I get a physical checkup to see if my genes have mutated, giving me natural explosive power?"

If asked to fight Tang Si now, she definitely wouldn’t stand a chance.

She had no moves in her mind; those actions were instinctive, as if etched in her bones.

"What are you thinking about?" Tang Si pulled Song Yi out of the hospital room and stood in the hallway.

His features were very distinct, and dressed in uniform, the light blue shirt was neatly pressed, with the coat and trousers outlining his already well-defined physique.

Song Yi looked up at him. The man had a strongly-defined brow ridge, with a hint of wildness between his brows and eyes, and his tightened jawline was particularly alluring.

He said: "Did you get hurt anywhere just now?"

The first sentence was about concerned, not questioning or doubting.

A warmth instantly coursed through Song Yi’s body; she shook her head, indicating she was fine.

The man was typically cool and aloof; such a person reserved a unique gentleness and concern just for her, making Song Yi’s heart anxious yet joyful yet pained.

After what he’d been through, he probably didn’t dare get close to anyone again.

Yet he conquered his fears, risking being hurt again, and accepted her.

And his work nature, like just now, at that critical moment, he disregarded his own safety to pull Liu Linyue.

If she fell... Song Yi couldn’t even begin to imagine that scenario.

Her expression wasn’t great, and she remained silent.

Tang Si furrowed his brows, thinking Song Yi might have been frightened.

"Were you scared just now?" he said, raising a hand to squeeze Song Yi’s shoulder with firm strength.

The force on her shoulder transmitted to Song Yi, his gentle and calm tone stirred waves within her heart.

She suddenly turned away, avoiding Tang Si’s gaze, her tone choked: "Yeah."

Afraid that one day he’d go on a mission, and really... she wouldn’t see him again.

In that moment of turning away, her eyes turned red.

Yet stubbornly didn’t want Tang Si to see.

Tang Si’s brow furrowed a bit as he looked at the small woman before him, knowing even from her profile that she must be frowning a little.

His heart clenched, but his tone was light: "You’re fine, I’m fine, no worries."

Song Yi didn’t speak, tears blurred her vision, looking at the cars coming and going outside the hospital was all hazy.

Tang Si sighed, bending slightly, leaning close to Song Yi’s side face.

Without forcibly turning her face, he patiently comforted her, his voice extremely gentle: "Turn around and let brother see, are you crying?"

The man bent over, with all his gentleness visible to the petite woman.

He looked just like a policeman comforting a little girl who got lost.

The deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear; she never thought she was someone who cried easily or full of weaknesses.

Song Yi listened, raising her head, tears filled her eyes more and more, uncontrollably.

Sniffing, she eventually used her hand to wipe away tears, completely turning away: "Crying my nose, my foot."

Tang Si straightened up, stepping around in a circle to stand in front of her, seeing the little woman’s red nose tip and eyes.

She looked both delicate and charming, appearing a bit pitiful.

Tang Si chuckled lightly, bent down, wiped away some tears left on her face with his warm fingertips, teasing: "Oh, agilely helped catch the runaway suspect a moment ago; crying like a little child the next."

"In a public place like this, people might think I did something to you."

He bent down, making eye contact with the fox-like eyes of the small woman: "Does little fox Song have two faces?"

"Cry again, and brother won’t give you any candy."

This child-like tone made Song Yi suddenly chuckle, reaching out to pat Tang Si’s chest: "Crazy."

Tang Si laughed softly: "I really have candy."

He took out a piece of lychee-flavored candy from his pocket, holding it out: "Want some?"

His tone was slow, slightly raised, tugging at one’s heartstrings.

"Sure." Song Yi didn’t refuse, forcing herself not to think about the dangerous scenes just now.

Nor could she let him comfort her in his spare time from work.

The man nodded, his slender fingers slowly peeling the wrapper.

Under Song Yi’s watchful eyes, he bit the candy between his upper and lower teeth, speaking slightly muffled, somewhat husky: "Still want it?"

His deep gaze fixed on her.

He leaned on the railing, slightly curved back, his lips and eyes seemed to silently carry a mischievous smile.

Before Song Yi could respond, he leaned down a bit more: "No need to stand on tiptoe, want it?"