Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 457 - 455: Caught Red-Handed in the Night

"Free lessons on mastering the skills of a domineering CEO, making you exude an aura of 1.8 meters at work."

"..." Is this guy an idiot?

"Hurry up and sleep." Song Yi climbed into bed and pulled up the blanket.

"Hmm." Tang Si opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, "You sleep, I’ll sleep... with you."

Song Yi felt the man’s breath getting closer.

She pushed him away slightly, but he leaned closer.

Song Yi simply bit his collarbone, eliciting a sexy muffled groan from the man.

It made Song Yi’s heart tremble.

"Don’t come closer." Song Yi began to plead, "I really can’t take it anymore."

Tang Si held her waist, "Why can’t you?"

"It still hurts."

Her walking was off all day.

Does this person’s energy never run out? Isn’t he even a bit tired?

"I’ll be gentle."

Song Yi: "Can’t you think about something else for a change?"

Although she quite wanted to agree, she really couldn’t handle it!

He’s trained as a special forces soldier, exercises every day, and now is the captain of the criminal investigation squad, exercising daily.

That stamina... normal people really can’t endure.

She admits she’s like a delicate flower, can’t withstand such ravaging.

"There’s only you now, nothing else." Tang Si still hugged her, "Then rest well, I’ll just hold you."

He was considerate of Song Yi, never forcing her.

"..." Song Yi hesitated.

"Don’t overthink it." Tang Si said, "Song Nuan gets people to watch her, just make sure she doesn’t interact with boys too much."

"I think she’s under a lot of mental pressure, eager for quick success." Tang Si’s voice was hoarse and magnetic, even more alluring in the quiet night.

"Adjust her mindset, later she won’t have such thoughts." Tang Si said, "If really necessary, call in a psychologist for some counseling."

"Hmm." Song Yi responded softly.

Tang Si’s large hand moved from her waist upwards, tousling her hair, "Then sleep."

"...Hm."

... Time slipped by, they didn’t know how long had passed.

Song Yi didn’t sleep; Tang Si didn’t sleep either.

She couldn’t bear it anymore: "Can you really sleep?"

How long had he been stuck to her?

"How about taking a shower?" As soon as she spoke, the man’s hand held hers.

The temperature was scorching, the atmosphere intense.

That voice was hoarse and tantalizing: "Why take a shower?"

"Can’t you help out your brother?"

The voice, deep and sexy, bewildering.

Song Yi felt herself getting a bit hot.

Every time, his voice alone could make her feel all tingly, just with sound.

He hadn’t done anything else yet.

Especially his palm, even hotter.

Tang Si coaxed Song Yi, "If real is too much, fake is fine, as long as it’s you."

He held her hand tighter.

Song Yi was too aware of his intentions.

"Really." Seeing Song Yi silent, Tang Si spoke again, "Don’t want to shower, it’s cold, my body isn’t well, easily catches colds, and I have to work tomorrow."

...? Easy to catch colds? He really comes up with any excuse to get his way.

Song Yi really gave in to him; he’s a seducer at heart!

"Then hurry up."

...

The night was silent, the moon bright.

Through the sheer curtains, the scene was beautiful with two shadows.

Now and then, there was the man’s pleasing voice.

...

"Tissue." Tang Si said hoarsely.

Song Yi turned over and grabbed a pack to throw at him.

Her hands felt sticky, and they were sore too.

He had messed with her quite a bit, her body truly couldn’t handle her being carefree; afraid she couldn’t walk out of the Song Family’s house tomorrow.

Being hit straight on the forehead, he chuckled softly, his Adam’s apple moving: "Can’t you be a bit gentler?"

Song Yi: "Next time control yourself, don’t come whining to me."

"Aren’t you afraid of exhausting yourself to death?"

Tang Si chuckled deep, didn’t say anything.

Not afraid at all.

In the end, he went to the bathroom to wash up.

Just returned to the room, ready to sleep.

Rustling sounds came from outside the door.

Song Yi was tidying up the sheets, hearing the sound, paused, turned to Tang Si.

A bit worried someone snuck into the house.

Her heart raced.

Tang Si motioned silence with a finger: "Shh..."

Song Yi frowned, the footsteps outside grew nearer, strangely eerie in the darkness.

Though she wasn’t scared at all.

Because he’s here, he always provides safe surroundings, as if whatever arises, he can handle and solve proficiently.

"Hey, exhausted." A woman’s voice suddenly came from outside.

Song Yi: "!!!"

"It’s my mom back..."

"Who’s turned on Xiaoyi’s room light?"

Song Yi’s clothes were quite messy from earlier, even though she helped him, his hands weren’t idle.

She flusteredly straightened her clothes.

"Creak—" The door pushed open: "Isn’t this..." Shut.

Song Yi froze mid-action, lips alluring.

Tang Si stood still too.

Mother Song looked at them both, the end word left unsaid.

"You, you two..."

"What happened?" Father Song’s voice reached, footsteps nearing.

Seeing the scene, he was slightly startled.

No one expected these two came to stay at the Song Family.

The situation became rather awkward.

Anyone could guess what these two just did.

Finally, Tang Si lightly coughed, courteously breaking the silence: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

"Ah." Mother Song laughed, "Xiao Tang."

"Sorry, thought someone left the light on, came to turn it off."

Tang Si nodded, replying casually, "No, I came without notifying you, abrupt."

"Well... Mom, Dad, you just got back, you should wash up." Song Yi added, "I heard from the property notice, the gas will be cut off soon, no hot water."

"Ah? Is that so?" Mother Song turned to Father Song, "Hurry, wash up, you’ve traveled so far, weary and dusty."

She glanced at Tang Si, "Chat later."

Tang Si smiled politely, "Sure."

...

Father Song and Mother Song left.

Song Yi looked at him, smiled, "Impressive, Officer Tang."

Tang Si nodded casually, "Yes, it lasted long just now, right?"

"...That’s not what I meant!"

...

Ultimately, impossible to avoid a talk.

Mother Song pulled Song Yi to a room.

She was experienced, candidly asked, "With him, how many times?"

Song Yi sat properly, hair slightly disheveled, exuded gentle elegance, she glanced at her mother: "What do you mean how many times?"

"That matter." Mother Song felt awkward saying it, though it must be discussed, educated properly.

Yet Song Yi’s mind wasn’t here, eyes checking outside, attentive for noise, "Will Dad really not hit him?"