Being His Little Fox

At the same time, Tang Si's gaze also keenly looked at that place.

The light of the morning sun shines through the clouds and illuminates the distant buildings slightly. Behind the building is the mountain, and the mist is covering the forest. The fog spreads freely, and it also covers some of the buildings.

It seems that you are going to swallow, cover, and drag the building into the deep forest...

The decoration of this building is very new, obviously it has been renovated.

However, the most striking thing is that the door of one of the houses is decayed and old, and it is surrounded by the new wall.

Looking at it from afar, the door seemed to be closed firmly in the last second, and the creaking sound seemed to come from there, echoing in the ears with the cold wind.

Song Yi's heart jumped wildly, a chill spread from his toes to his whole body, his hair horrified.

Obviously, there is nothing there.

Song Yi retracted his gaze, stepped back two steps, and stood beside Tang Si, "That room...is anyone living?"

"No." Tang Si explained: "The person who lived in the past died, and this room has been reserved for him."

This was what Tang Si had heard, but it was not clear how it was.

"Oh." Song Yi tightened his hand, pursed her lips, the light shone on her neck, and she could clearly see her swallowing her saliva: "Will someone often go in and clean?"

But when he spit it out, he was still calm and steady, as if nothing happened.

Tang Si is attentive and keen, looking at her sideways, with a faint smile in his tone: "Afraid?"

Because, the female dormitory is directly above that room.

Song Yi went back to the dormitory alone on a rainy night yesterday.

"What are you afraid of? If you sacrifice, you are considered a martyr, why should you be afraid?"

The wind blew the leaves and made a rustling noise, and the atmosphere between the sounds became not quite right.

"Tang Si." Song Yi lowered his eyes, staring at his toes, his voice a little soft: "I still think someone is staring at me."

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, and her fluffy eyes were tightly restrained: "Can I call the police for protection?"

Tang Si frowned, "Have you always felt this way?"

Song Yi nodded: "Always."

Tang Si raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the closed old door again.

There was a deep exploration in his eyes.

After a second or two, he withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and gently squeezed Song Yi's shoulder: "It's okay."

"Your phone won't be confiscated. Call me if you have something to do."

The man didn't use much palm strength, but it gave her a sense of security.

At this time, Song Yi slowly raised his eyes, with a pitiful expression in his eyes: "Call you and you will protect me, right?"

She stared at the tall and wild man in front of her eyes brightly.

Looking forward to his answer.

Many men chase her, but only Tang Si said to protect her.

Yes, Tang Si once said that calling the police brother would protect her.

Tang Si looked at her with a sudden smile, and the corners of his eyes curled up with a lazy arc. The relaxed atmosphere was instantly opened by his smile.

His sense of calmness and the charm of a mature man can express the whole atmosphere at any time.

He smiled: "Did you just say you were not afraid?"

Song Yi's horror in his heart was dissipated by his laugh like this: "I'm afraid I can't chase you after I die. That's a pity."

"You haven't answered my question just now."

"of course."

The three words are not hurried or slow, the tone is comfortable, and the voice has his unique magnetic hoarseness.

Like an endless wildfire, burning her heart violently, looking at him like this, she suddenly thought--

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