Being His Little Fox

She stood quietly in the night.

Song Yi looked at him with straight eyes.

As if wanting to see him through, see through.

Tang Si smiled slightly, bent over and hugged the person: "What's wrong? Are you willing to hold you until you are old."

The princess hugged, firmly.

Song Yi looped around his neck and watched him walk into the floor without saying a word.

After thinking about it, he bit his collarbone, and his hands were restless.

In constant, dangerous temptation.

"Song Yi." Tang Si stopped suddenly and looked down at her. He knew what she wanted to do.

"Huh?" Song Yi raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Tang Si exhaled, looked at her, and said lightly: "I'm a little tired, I want to go to bed early tonight."

The voice is full of fatigue, and the bottom of his eyes is also tired.

Song Yi frowned, he...refused?

After a while of silence.

She suddenly pushed Tang Si away and got off him.

"What did my parents tell you?" she asked, staring at him.

I always feel that he is not in high spirits tonight, and he is not as relaxed as usual.

It was good, but after he talked with her parents, it became like this, a little strange and absent-minded.

Without waiting for Tang Si to speak, Song Yi spoke again: "No matter what you say, it is not my will. I don't want you to affect the feelings between the two of us because of their words."

"Dating in love is a matter for the two of us."

"No." Tang Si said dumbly.

He also couldn't see Song Yi like this, his brows tightened unconsciously, and the emotions in his heart multiplied and became tangled.

"Don't you?" Song Yi asked him.

After a short silence, Tang Si rubbed his temples and exhaled slowly.

The tone softened a bit: "I really don't."

"Just a little tired."

At this moment, his emotional intelligence, those rhetoric, disappeared instantly.

There is just these pale language.

Song Yi squinted his eyes and looked at the emotion on his face.

Obviously not convinced.

"All right." Tang Si looked at her expression, sighed, hooked Song Yi's waist, and kissed her on the cheek: "There are some things related to work, and then uncles and aunts also told me something about My job is dangerous to you."

He said, "So I was thinking about how to protect you."

"I didn't show your face." Tang Si took her hand: "Be obedient, don't think about it."

Song Yi: "Really?"

Tang Si smiled: "Of course it is true. When did I lie to you?"

After finishing speaking, she hugged Song Yi again, and amiably lowered her head and rubbed her face: "Little boy, do you want me to take a bath for you?"

The tone was casual.

Song Yi felt that Tang Si was really fine, and he hooked his lips: "I will wash it for you, right? Didn't you say you were tired?"

"Not so much." Tang Si said with a smile, "I still have the strength to give you a bath."

"Don't wash it, old hooligan."

"Yeah." Tang Si said softly: "What you say is what you say."

After the two went upstairs.

Finished washing.

Song Yi slept first, when Tang Si came out of the bath.

I saw her lying in bed quietly, and she was really tired from today's anniversary activities.

Go to bed and sleep.

I wanted to wait for Tang Si to come out, but I couldn't stand the trouble.

Watching her sleep soundly and quietly at night, the light in the room is warm yellow, everything is peaceful and beautiful.

Tang Si looked at her sleeping face, his eyes darkening.

Those words of Father Song kept ringing in his mind.

Over and over again, around his whole body and mind.

He began to doubt himself, can he really give her that piece of real stability and peace?

Looking at Song Yi, his lips moved slightly, trying to speak to her who was asleep, but couldn't say a word.

His chest became dull and his limbs became heavy.

Yes, Father Song's considerations were not wrong, and there was no way he could completely guarantee her safety.

There is no way to guarantee that no single accident will happen.

Except for him who can give Song Yi, all that can bring her seems to be negative.

If he is a healthy person, he may have some confidence.

But he is not.

He has no way to know when his depression will occur, let alone whether the condition can be cured completely.

What would happen to her even when it happened? He didn't even know.

All this is unknown.

and so……

and so……

So what to do?

Looking at Song Yi, Tang Si twitched the corners of his lips bitterly, suppressing the depression in his heart.

The **** knows what to do!

He curled his eyebrows and closed his gaze while looking at her.

The more I think, the more upset.

There is also an urge to smash things.

It was a case before, there was no way, and no time to think about these things.

When the case was over, all the problems between him and Song Yi also came.

...

The night was as dark as wine, and thick clouds covered the moon.

And in this quiet night room, except for the uniform breathing of a woman asleep.

There was also the heavy and unbearable breathing of the man.

There was a figure rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the bedroom.

With the shadow reflected by the warm yellow light, the man took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer.

Pour it out in the palm of your hand and drank it with cold water.

Then the whole person sat on the floor beside the bed, with his head against the bed.

With one hand on the arched knee, the expression on his face is not good.

Great for a while.

Tang Si felt that he was a little slower.

He looked down at the medicine he had just taken.

It treats depression.

It's just... his eyes are deep. Does he have to rely on this drug to control his emotions for the rest of his life?

He tilted his head back, put his head against the bed, and closed his eyes.

As he raised his head, the curve of the man's jaw line became clearer and more obvious, his apple spit out slightly, and his posture exuded a decadent and **** atmosphere.

Like the rotten apple inside, the surface is still shiny and beautiful.

He didn't know how much he had sat on the ground, and suddenly stood up, took the cigarette, and walked to the balcony of the bedroom.

Lean on the railing and light it.

In the night, a little scarlet was at his fingertips, Tang Si took a deep breath after another, his eyes looked at the endless night, his eyes were deep and hollow.

The sight was long and aimless.

And at the moment.

Song Yi on the bed opened his eyes and bit his lower lip without speaking.

Tang Si was taking medicine by the bed just now and staring at her, she knew it.

With water in his eyes, I closed my eyes, not knowing what was going on.

Tears fell when he couldn't keep up.

Running along the corner of the eye, wetting the pillow.

If she really fell asleep, she wouldn't know this.

He was obviously so uncomfortable, but he endured it, coaxed her, and made up reasons to lie to her that it was all right.

Song Yi resisted the twitching pain in his heart and forced himself to stop crying.

Otherwise, he could not stop the sound for a while, he should have discovered it.

He has such a strong self-esteem, and he certainly doesn't want her to see his bad side.

She chose to pretend that she didn't know, and asked him to tell her in person.

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