Being His Little Fox

She really didn't know she would be so tired and so teng.

The whole person seems to have been demolished.

Shabuped by those little movies! How happy they are.

Tang Si sat by the bed, looking at her softly, "Get up and eat?"

"No."

Song Yi's voice was sweet, soft and weak: "I don't want to."

"I want to take a shower."

She said: "Slimy and uncomfortable."

Tang Si smiled at the corner of his lips and looked at her lying on the bed: "After shu.fu, I started to dislike it, right?"

Song Yi didn't bother to care about him at all.

He scolded him as a scumbag.

Tang Si bent over and picked him up from the bed: "I am a scumbag. If I were a scumbag, you have to bear it now."

......

In the end, Song Yi regretted letting Tang Si hug her to take a bath.

It's not light to be tossed.

At 8 or 9 in the evening, Song Yi woke up.

She felt sore all over her body, as if she had gone to move for a day and turned back.

She tilted her head and looked outside the window. The sky had sunk and neon lights were shining.

Suddenly, when she thought of what she and him had done, she withdrew her eyes and buried her head in the quilt.

That feeling...really, curious.

There was a silly smile on his lips unconsciously.

The whole room seemed to be bubbling with pink bubbles.

I don't know how long it has passed, Song Yi lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed with his arms supported, wearing a shirt of his.

The hair fell loose, covering most of his small face.

She exhaled, raised her foot, got out of bed, trying to find something to eat, she was really hungry.

My feet were trembling as soon as they landed on the ground, and there was a burning pain somewhere, and I was trembling when I walked.

Song Yi gritted his teeth.

Fuck.

The whole body is soft, sore and painful, recklessly acting as a sequelae afterwards.

She is self-raising, and when her mouth was worn out last time, she should have realized that today is not easy.

Tang Si opened the door at this time and came in.

Seeing that she just got out of bed.

He walked over in two steps and picked her up: "Wake up? What do you want to eat?"

Song Yi frowned and said nothing.

Tang Si felt distressed for a while: "Very teng?"

"Yeah." Song Yi murmured aggrievedly, with some kind of coquettish meaning.

She really cried. There were tears in the corners of her eyes at the time, but she only heard his pitiful voice saying: "The little fairy cries, it looks really good."

I still remember it, hoarse, magnetic, and it sounds really nice.

Tang Si hugged her to take a bath. After coming out, she didn't know how she fell asleep.

Listening to Song Yi's voice, Tang Si sat on the sofa and let her sit on his lap.

"I'm sorry." The man's voice was low and hoarse, gentle and intimate: "My fault."

"What to eat?"

"Hot pot, barbecue." Song Yi said, "I'm really tired."

"Tell you to exercise well. Don't be obedient." Tang Si gently pushed away Song Yi's broken hair that was blocking his forehead, "I'll give you some takeaway."

"Do you want to go back tonight? Still stay." Tang Si asked.

"I don't want to go back." Song Yi said against his chest.

She didn't want to listen to her parents when she returned to Song's house.

Back to the apartment, she was alone.

Tang Si gently pursed his lips: "Move in, okay?"

"Then haha ​​have to come over."

"it is good."

Song Yi moved, trying to get off his lap and sit on the sofa.

She stopped moving suddenly, and looked at him in a little astonishment: "Are you...?"

"Don't move you." Tang Si pursed his lips: "I'll be slow."

Little fairy, infinite charm.

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