Being His Little Fox

Song commented that Tang Si did not speak, and she said again: "Can you change the color?"

"I don't like red. White, okay? White is easy to look big. Gray is fine. Light colors are fine."

Tang Si was not upset or angry, and listened to her quietly.

Then, he bowed his head, kissed the corner of her lips, leaned toward her and replied softly, "As long as you like it, I will show it to you."

"As long as you like it, I will breathe for you."

After that, the man slapped her lips severely: "Anything will do."

"Satisfy until you are comfortable and happy."

The tone was slightly panting, and the numbness was deep into the heart and lungs.

The warm breath of the man on her face felt soggy with the taste of male hormones.

Song Yi felt his body tighten, his heart pounding.

She had never thought that she could really slap Tang Si, who looked wild and eager, but was actually covered with cold and alienated men.

Right now, she really got him, her heart trembled and she always felt unreal.

Song Yi's breathing was a little short: "People called you outside..."

Tang Si smiled: "I prefer your name..."

Song Yi blinked, holding his breath.

Just listen to him spit out the last word: "I."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Song Yi was ashamed of her face: "Go away, go away, old gangster!"

Tang Si smiled and got up, away from her: "Then I won't bully you."

He looked at Song Yi with a chuckle, his eyebrows deep, his eyes thick and burning, his sitting posture was wild and bad.

He tilted his head and hooked his crimson lips, and added: "Let's avoid the dry seat getting wet in a while."

"..."

Song Yi was speechless for a moment, bit his lip and didn't know what to say.

Tang Si no longer teased her: "Get dressed, I'll go there first, and someone will take you to the hospital in a while. Take a moment and don't touch yourself. Did you hear?"

Song Yi drooped his head: "Hmm..."

She pouted and felt muffled.

The 22-year-old level she has cultivated is obviously not enough...

Tang Si is a 28-year-old hooligan.

Daoxing is really high... Hmph, she is upset.

Tang Si gently touched the back of her head with his big palm, pampering and intimate.

She seemed to know what she was thinking.

Some helplessness: "Little Song Yi, you look so pitiful, you really want to bully you and cry..."

"But I can't bear it."

He continued with a hoarse tone and a smile: "Then just try to teach my little boy how to tame me. You can answer me next time and make it bigger without wearing it."

After speaking, he smiled at her, scornful and ambiguous.

Immediately, pull the door and get out of the car.

Song Yi raised his eyes, blinked, and looked at his leaving back, his heart beating wildly.

The man's back figure is tall and slender, with smooth curves, and his black clothes appear calm and vigorous.

When I laughed, I always felt a bit wild and sultry.

His big long legs, the proportions of shoulders wide and waist narrow, look very strong. He must be very stamina when he starts running without panting...

Song Yi suddenly realized that he admired his boyfriend and his thoughts were a little off, and shook his head quickly.

Then the back of my hand touched my face again... it was hot...

Song Yi tilted his head and leaned back on the chair, looking like he was unlovable.

Ah, mother, what should she do in the future!

Will he be **** to death by this old gangster!

Before she could relax her mind, someone was in the driving position in the next second.

"Hello, Miss Song Yi." He greeted, "I am a member of the base. Team Tang asked me to take you to the hospital."

"Yeah." Song Yi pursed his lips and wrapped his clothes tightly: "Thank you."

Thanks too...her boyfriend.

"Huh?" The person in front questioned: "Miss Song Yi, do you have a fever?"

"Yes, is it?"

"Well, my face is red when I look at it."

"Maybe I have a fever, so hurry up and drive." Song Yi didn't start looking out the window.

She thought silently in her heart, this damn... it's a fuss, damn!

Just thinking about it, the car stopped suddenly.

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

The tone of the driver is not very good: "Ahead..."

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