Being His Little Fox

Song Yi was stunned, and reacted after two seconds.

The corners of his lips twitched, and his worry and depression were instantly dissipated by a word or two of him.

She has a long-lost smile in her voice, coquettish and soft: "Master Si, here is a suggestion for you."

Tang Si raised his eyebrows, turned his back against the corridor, and twitched the corners of his lips: "Say."

"Next time you send me a lower body copy, and then ask me again, I will be more shy."

Just like last time, she asked him if he could change the color of his underwear, and he said--

["Song Yi baby, you have a pitiful appearance, you really want to bully you and cry..."

"But I can't bear it."

He continued with a hoarse tone and a smile: "Then just try to teach my little boy how to tame me. You can answer me next time and make it bigger without wearing it."]

As soon as she finished speaking, the other side was silent for a few seconds, and there was no sound.

Song Yi laughed lowly, looking sideways at the rainy day outside the window.

"I also teach you how to tame me." In his own way, he is still treated.

"You continue to show off?" Song Yi: "Why don't you speak?"

Tang Si: "Hmm..."

He licked his lips and said in a lazy voice: "Don't worry, baby, I think about how to take pictures of the lower body to look good. The image must be good. What if you don't want me?"

"But you have to watch it secretly and hide under the covers."

It’s rustling over there, it seems that it’s really shooting...

Song Yi's heart tightened and his lips moved. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Just a little pale and weak: "You, what are you doing? You, don't you, don't..."

"Buzz—"

I didn't say everything, the phone vibrated, and he really sent a photo.

Song Yi's mind was dumbfounded, completely blank.

He lowered his head subconsciously, and opened his message with shaking hands.

result--

It was a picture of her, which she posted to Moments last time, saying that it was empty, lonely, cold, and lonely, the only one he could see.

Wrapped in a bath towel and pulled down, the whole person is full of ecstasy.

Song Yi blushed at the sight, and slapped her face in regret. How did she send this photo at the time.

Song Yi was ready to accept Tang Si's ridicule.

In the end, I just heard him say: "What else? Think I really want to send you me?"

The man over there has a lazy voice: "The physical ones look better, the photos are boring."

"Have you not seen it?"

He was bad and stubborn, and he could imagine his peach blossom eyes with that not-so-serious smile across the screen, and Ye Si's brows were stained with scumbag.

"Tang Si!" Song Yi shouted, wanting him to stop talking.

"Huh?" Tang Si replied, then licked his lips and smiled: "Oh, yes, forgot a bit? Have you tried it? What did you say? It's not delicious?"

"..."

He pursed his lips, not teasing the subject of Song Yi, and finally concluded: "But it's really comfortable, baby."

Then the conversation turned: "Look at the photos I sent you. Are there any more pictures of this type? Send me a few more pictures. I will save them for you. The phone memory is too large. I can buy two if one is not enough."

Song Yi is really not the kind of woman who is good to molest.

Tang Si had learned from the very beginning, no matter what, she would not suffer, and she would never suffer at all.

She snorted, skipped Tang Si's question about the photo, and answered his last topic: "Brother, quietly tell you, if you can jin.qu, you will have a better experience than that, so you can do whatever you want. So disappointed?"

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