Being His Little Fox

Song Yi's lips moved, and he was about to say something, but he suddenly stopped thinking and stared at him.

Smiled: "Okay."

"Stand up." Song Yi said.

Tang Si, a big man, stood up properly, and wanted to be more obedient.

Then just stood in front of Song Yi, motionless.

Song Yi put his hands around his chest and narrowed the fox's eyes slightly: "Take it off."

Tang Si:?

"Can't take it off?" Song Yi: "Don't say you can't take off your clothes."

A trace of interest flashed in Tang Si's eyes, wondering what this little fox was going to play with?

I didn't go into it, but I was very obedient.

He was wearing a black jacket outside and a black shirt underneath.

The man took off his coat slowly and hung it up, then unbuttoned one by one.

The Adam's apple slipped, slowly revealing the collarbone and chest muscles.

Such a slow movement was made by him, and it was full of attractiveness, and it seemed to be full of that attractive charm.

Song Yi just stared intently.

Male color, male color.

Really, beautiful and delicious.

This is a visual feast. The body that men often exercise is strong and powerful, and the muscles that should be **** are just right.

Song Yi has seen it many times, but he never gets tired of it.

Tang Si unbuttoned the last button. He raised his eyes and saw Song Yi's eyes. He curled his lips and smiled and said, "Do you want to take a picture with your phone?"

"???"

"Straightforward." Tang Si: "I don't seem to have seen it before?"

"I didn't show you enough before?"

The man held the hem of the shirt in his hand and did not continue to move.

Song Yi's gaze narrowed slightly, and he was a little serious: "Go on, did I let you talk?"

The woman lifted her chin slightly: "You asked me to change your clothes, but you still don't listen to me? Then you wear it yourself."

Tang Si shut up.

There was always a seeming smile on his face, but when he took off his shirt, the smile became deeper and more charming.

When he saw his eyes, people couldn't help but sink, sinking deeply, too affectionate and gentle.

When he looked at her, his eyes were always warm, ambiguous, and lingering. In short, there would be no coldness.

When the shirt reached his shoulders, his movements became very slow, his eyes staring at Song Yi for an instant.

Song Yi was a little hot from his scorching gaze and frowned, so he couldn't help but urged: "Hurry up."

"Not fast." Tang Si said in a low tone, with his always lazy voice: "You used to tell me to slow down."

His peach blossom eyes smiled with anger, ambiguous and meaningful.

The looming appearance is too attractive.

Song Yi pursed his lips. Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled his shirt down, just pulling it down.

"Eh eh eh -" Tang Si leaned back and leaned against the wall, covering himself.

Song Yi lay on him, pulling his shirt with one hand.

The man smiled: "Why are you still molesting a good wife?"

"It's also considered molesting subordinates?"

Song Yi: "..."

She maintained this movement, not knowing whether to move or not.

Looking at her like this, Tang Si gave another low laugh.

The laughter came from the chest, low and very magnetic, with a sultry tail, always so lazy and carelessly touching.

"Don't look at me like that." Tang Si's Adam's apple slid slightly: "I will not expose your behavior, I will only cooperate with you."

"The premise is that you must do this to me alone."

Song Yi frowned, feeling his chest as he spoke, his voice buzzing in his head, short-circuiting temporarily...

Tang Si looked at her condescendingly, with a smile in his eyes: "President Xiao Song, make a discussion, I will molest you, will you promote me?"

Song Yi raised his eyebrows, suddenly loosened his shirt, and laughed: "Captain Tang, do you think the withered grass is delicious?"

Tang Si frowned and reacted for a second.

Means he is withered and not fragrant?

Do you not molest to molesting Bai?

He suddenly panicked, what can I do?

"No." Tang Si looked at the little woman in front of him, laughed, and didn't know what he was laughing at. He licked his lips: "You didn't give me a chance?"

"You make me very shameless."

Song Yi smiled slightly: "When you push me away, I have a lot of face?"

Tang Si was taken aback, staring at her.

The atmosphere inside suddenly dropped by two points.

Song Yi lowered her eyebrows. Now it's not the time to say this, she pursed her lips: "Okay, think about it for yourself."

Raised his eyes and looked at him: "Take it off."

Tang Si also pursed his lips slightly, lowered his eyebrows and smoothed his eyes, and took off his shirt slowly.

Song Yi took the clothes next to him and prepared to wear it for him.

Tang Si's voice came in a long, low, deep voice, "So, my half life is almost gone, I regret it."

Without you, half life would be lost.

Song Yi felt aggrieved in his heart.

His words made her pause again, suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, and bumped into his deep eyes.

My heart suddenly twitched.

If you think about it, it might be so.

Tang Si has never loved or been loved in his life.

Perhaps because of her arrival, the love is too strong, too warm, and scorching like the sun, making him feel the pressure that he has never had before.

Some even don't know how to bear it.

Invisibly, it added a lot of pressure to him.

Just like that night, when she went to deliver him food, he couldn't find a word, so he would ask her, how is work? How is life?

Captain Tang, how at a loss what to do.

He was not someone who could appear in her life, not in that case, and they will not have any intersection in their lifetime.

It is completely two parallel lines.

In Tang Si's world, everything is cold, and one day eager love is ushered in. He doesn't know what kind of response he makes to be worthy of this love.

When he can do nothing to respond better, and may even cause her harm, he can easily choose to back down and let go.

This is something no one can avoid.

She thinks that it will take some time to chase him by herself.

After all, he is such a person, very beautiful and full of style, and proud.

In fact, there is no such thing as tenderness and love, only killings and swords, and conspiracy calculations.

All of this is cold and dark, and if you are not careful, you will die.

The good things in the future were suddenly handed over to him, slowly making him feel that he could not hold it, and he would always feel relieved.

but……

Song Yi stared into his eyes, he just relieved his strength, he just hesitated. I have never told her to give up such clear words.

He is now desperately trying to save it, as if to prove that he really can afford it and protect it.

Song Yi smiled suddenly and didn't answer his words.

He just sorted out the clothes on his own, and said in a faint voice: "Captain Tang has sacrificed himself to sell, there is such a thing as face?"

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