Being His Little Fox

My wrist was suddenly held.

The man has a thin callus on his hand, and his wrist is numb when rubbing her.

She looked back, with misty water vapor in her eyes, looking at him dumbfounded: "What's the matter?"

Seeing her appearance, Tang Si's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he lowered his eyebrows: "It's okay."

His hoarse voice came: "Go and wash."

Song Yi was a little bit clouded, and he didn't understand why Tang Si acted.

Hesitated for a while.

Still went into the bathroom.

Tang Si looked at Song Yi's petite back, his eyes darkened again.

Fingers rubbed the place where he had just been beaten, causing pain.

There seems to be a lot of secrets hidden in her, is she reluctant to tell him, or is it because she doesn't know it?

Why don't you tell him when you come to such a dangerous place?

Is he not worth telling?

The man's hand, clenched his fist slightly, looked down at the glove that was taken from her hand, his black hair covered his eyes, and his eyes were a little dazed.

He had already seen Fu Jingsheng and Li Wen. She would rather let them accompany them and also reveal the slightest to him.

If he hadn't been suppressed by Wen Mu's tremor and came here to find some irritation and pain relief, would he really not be able to run into her, and he might not even know that she has been here in his life.

It is impossible to know... her ability.

The man’s eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow on his eyelids, and he trembled slightly. He was a little afraid, really afraid that he would be moving away from her, and really afraid that one day she would disappear from his sight. In his world.

Become someone who has nothing to do with him.

The breath entangled in his body was so dark and dim that it was heart-palpiting.

The cold air around him wanted the cold water to drown him, without any chance of breathing.

No one is born to be lazy and funny with a smiling face, no one is heartless and never seems to be harmed.

People like Tang Si are the most sensitive, and any little things can be seen through.

Just in front of the person I love, I don't want to say any harsh words.

Even if he is deceiving himself or others, he can deceive himself, as long as Song Yi doesn't say to leave, he will never let go.

Even if it is illusory, there is no sense of reality.

He is indifferent and indifferent. In fact, he is cold in his bones. No one can hurt him except the ones he loves.

He is willing to bear it, and all his thoughts are on Song Yi.

It's okay to be bruised all over.

......

Song Yi went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Tang Si also took a bath in another bathroom.

In the bathroom, the mist was drenched, blurring the mirror, Song Yi rinsed off the shower gel foam on his body, raised his hand and gently wiped the mirror.

In the mirror, her face became clear instantly, she pressed her lips lightly, and the water from her hair flowed down her cheeks and moistened her eyelashes.

This made Song Yi lower his eyebrows and watched the drops of water drip down drop by drop.

But my mood seemed to be pressed against a huge boulder, and he fell down with his heart and lungs.

After a while, if Tang Si asked, how would she answer?

He had been asking her, who had learned these things from, but she really didn't know.

If she answered that she didn't know for a while, would Tang Si feel like she was perfunctory?

Song Yi raised her hand and grabbed her hair, and took a deep breath. The mood of the moment made her breathless.

let it go......

......

Both took a shower.

When they came out, they were all dressed.

When Song Yi arrived in the backstage meeting room, he was already sitting there waiting.

The black shirt and black trousers outline his figure upright and straight. He tilted his legs, lazy and comfortable, relaxed and light, with a silly look.

He looked down at the phone, the light and shadow of the phone shone on his face, bright and dark.

Hearing the movement, the man raised his eyes and looked at Song Yi at the door.

A smile slowly appeared on her face, and she gently slapped her hands: "Come and sit down."

At this moment, he was lazy, but also calm and restrained.

It was also very calm, and there was still a small smile in Peach Blossom's eyes, seeming to be calm without change.

But...too calm, it's a bit cripple.

She seems to have never seen Tang Si like this.

Calm and calm, there is no sign of anger, and no anger, everything is normal.

But it gave her a sense of tension as the storm is coming and the big waves are coming.

Song Yi pursed his lips slightly and sat down next to Tang Si.

He did not speak, Song Yi was inexplicably nervous, and stretched out his hand to stroke his hair that had just been blown dry.

There is a feeling of guilty conscience. She has never been so nervous when she was asked to make trouble in school when she was a child.

She sat next to him with her waistline straight, her eyes filled with a soft smile, very light and delicate, staring at Tang Si without saying a word.

Tang Si put down Erlang's legs and turned his head to look at her, looking at her a little at a loss, some trance, pitiful, inexplicably hooked in his heart, and a desire to protect.

Making him really reluctant to face her with this expression, Tang Si suppressed the doubts in his heart and put aside all the bad things.

Suddenly raised her lips and smiled, the back of her hand gently touched her cheek: "Why do you think you are a little nervous?"

The woman's white face feels very good, as if she was bestowed by God and gave him a Gu, otherwise, how would she be fascinated by him.

In his words, the voice and rhythm are in that comfortable tune, which makes people slow down the body and mind. It has that kind of magic.

Song Yi looked down at him, the slender veins of his arm were bulging, extremely sexy.

Follow the arm up, looking at his peachy eyes.

His eyes dizzy in an instant with a very soft smile.

Calm and introverted, with a sudden smile, he broke his desires, and the heart of the **** trembled.

Song Yi exhaled deeply, calming himself down and steady.

This is not the time to think about that.

"No tension, maybe just a little tired." She sits upright, a soft and soft woman, even if she is not dressed up, she is a tender and loving flower.

Besides, this is his person.

Song Yi's body and mind slowed down a lot, because the man's smile had a bewitching effect that slowed her body and mind.

"Yeah." Tang Si pursed his thin lips tightly, his eyes fell on her face, and the man seemed to hesitate and hesitate.

After brewing for a long time, he spoke slowly, not hurriedly or slowly, and made people unable to avoid: "How come this, who taught you?"

After asking, he fell silent, waiting for her answer.

He was ready to accept whatever she answered.

It is this man who makes him love.

Song Yi seemed to feel the anxiety on his body. He frowned and met his deep eyes. The man's pupils trembled slightly, his voice a little dumb: "What's the matter? I don't want to say it?"

He didn't wait for Song Yi to answer.

It was just a soothing chuckle, and she felt her big hands all over her pocket, and finally found the cigarette on the table behind her.

This action, on the contrary, revealed a certain irritability in his heart.

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