Being His Little Fox

A certain burning feeling surrounded him tightly, and the flames came rampant, burning him densely.

The more burned, the more anxious, the harder it is to endure, and the depressed people are almost out of breath.

He only heard Song Yi calling his name in a vague and vague manner.

Over and over again, the tone was very anxious, very eager.

In the dim light of the office, the woman frowned and looked at him with worry and anxiety in her eyes.

The thin body shook him, looking weak and in need of help.

When Tang Si's blurred vision slowly focused again, his mind was also clear, the anxiety and anxiety dissipated, and replaced by gloom.

He found that the tempered film on the phone in his hand had been crushed, and the glass penetrated his skin.

The blood spread across the palm of his hand, and the tingling sensation only made him feel comfortable.

He lost control.

Tang Si let go, and the phone fell to the ground with a click.

What he is best at is forbearance, but this time the impetuous feeling can't be suppressed.

The flames burned for a while, and for a while, the thick sea water buried him deeply, unable to breathe, the feeling, anxious and difficult to restrain him.

The nerves of the whole body are clamoring and cannot be controlled.

Song Yi was frightened, his eyes were red.

Ningxiachuan just opened the door and saw this scene at this time. He hurriedly searched for medicine and gave Tang Si a meal.

Then he simply bandaged his hands.

Song Yi stood by, saying nothing from beginning to end.

She wasn't sure what his current state was like, she was afraid that she would accidentally detonate his bomb with a word.

The more depressed people, the more people who care about talking to him, the more uncomfortable and harder it is to suppress.

Good things are always thinking about destroying.

"Tell you not to worry about these things anymore." Ning Xiachuan frowned: "Didn't you say that you have a holiday? Why are you coming back?"

Song Yi frowned. She knew why Tang Si came back because of the pool of blood she stepped on in the parking lot.

Tang Si's breathing changed from heavy to slow, and then became normal again.

But Tang Si's breathing was rapid and depressed just now, and now it seems to be still lingering in Song Yi's ears.

After Ning Xiachuan had said something, Tang Si was silent, and Zhou Liang came over to tell him that there was something to do, so he went out.

Song Yi pursed her lips. At this moment, she only felt that she was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

In front of him, I felt very disturbed.

Tang Si slowly raised his eyes, took her hand, and drew her towards him.

Let Song Yi sit on her lap: "Did you scare you a little earlier?"

The man's voice was very hoarse, his head was leaning against his collarbone, and the voices he spoke seemed to come from his chest with amplitude.

Gentle and hoarse, whispered softly.

Song Yi shook his head: "No."

Saying that there is no is actually a fake, and I am really shocked. He can't be called back because of his appearance.

At the moment when she was close to madness and the toughened membrane shattered, her heart came to a sudden stop.

"It's fine if you don't be afraid." Tang Si's voice was soft and frivolous: "I was thinking, what would it look like if you were handcuffed?"

He smiled, raised his head, and Song Yi's eyes were still strange.

Her eyes were like sharp blades, scratching her heart fiercely.

Song Yi sat on his lap, afraid to move.

Time is so silent, I don't know how long has passed.

The man suddenly pushed Song Yi away.

"Get out."

Song Yi was stunned and looked at him.

"Go out." Tang Si repeated again.

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