Being His Little Fox

In the morning, the sun is great.

Song Yi changed into a black wide-leg pants and a long-sleeved shirt with a corner of the shirt stuck into the pants.

The hair is loose.

I put on makeup, covered some scars, and covered some of my hair.

Both casual and fashionable.

She and Tang Si came out of the apartment.

Tang Si put his hands in his trouser pockets and Song Yi held his elbows.

The footsteps of women are slow, and the steps of men also follow her slow pace.

She was holding him on his left hand and her small bag on his right.

Walking lazily, with a smile on the corners of his lips, stubborn, lazy, and romantic.

A seductive and sweet couple.

Especially men are mature, attractive, evil-looking, wild and wild, and don't look very tame.

She was scornful and helped her carry the bag.

The woman next to him looked up and looked at him with a smile: "Do you still want me if you drink milk tea and get fat? Or if you drink milk, you won't let me drink it?"

In the sun, the woman's profile is very soft and bright, and it is boundlessly soft.

Like a gentle lady, but also like a lady, more of that endless wild and lazy.

The feeling between the eyebrows and eyes is pure and charming.

Such two people are right, perfect match, no matter whether it is temperament or appearance.

Hearing this, Tang Si cast his head down and glanced at her, with a deep smile in his eyes, his voice tuned: "Drink, what do you want to drink I haven't given you a drink?"

This tone is too bad, too serious.

"Tang~si~!"

Song Yi stopped, let go of his hand, and stomped to call him.

The coquettish tone is meant to be coquettish.

"Eh." Tang Si tilted his head and looked at her with a smile: "Here is my boyfriend."

Song Yi stared at him with a pair of fox eyes. She put on makeup, and a little blush at the end of her eyes, making her look coquettish.

"You are not allowed to do this outside, keep me back."

He is not allowed to be serious, not to tease her at all times.

"Is it right inside?" Tang Si: "Where is it?"

Song Yi's mouth twitched, and the tears in his eyes came as soon as he said, "You bully me."

Tang Si groaned, "Okay, take it back."

"Can't stand it."

I can't stand her acting like a baby.

He felt soft when she acted like a baby, and felt that he could give her everything.

The soul will be gone.

Song Yi watched him compromise.

The corner of your lips hooks, I can't cure you anymore? An old hooligan!

...

Song Yi wanted to drink milk tea, so Tang Si accompanied him.

When they walked into the milk tea shop, the two attracted a lot of attention.

These two people walking on the street alone can cause a lot of turning heads. If they walk together, the turning heads rate is even higher.

"Should I buy it for you?"

"Well, I want kumquat lemon flavor."

"Aren't you drinking milk tea?" Does it taste sour?

Isn't milk tea sweet?

"Then you have to buy it at a milk tea shop." Song Yi: "I like to drink this. It feels cold and sour, very appetizing."

"Sit down and wait for me."

After he finished speaking, he went to line up.

Many women looked at Tang Si and wanted to hook up.

The man stood there, unsmiling, with his hands in his pockets.

Standing upright and upright, a little bit cold, isolating people from his barrier.

People yearn for but dare not toss, can only watch secretly.

Song Yi held his chin to look at him, and the corners of his lips curled up inexplicably.

This kind of him, just like when they first met, seemed to have not changed at all, but became outrageous.

Only Song Yi is bolder than anyone else. She dared to hook up with Tang Si.

Thanks to her boldness.

Not long after, he came over with kumquat lemon tea in his hand, and he carefully inserted the straw for her.

Song Yi reached out to pick it up.

Tang Si avoided her, she stared.

He smiled and said, "There is a wound on his hand. This is too cold. I will hold it for you. You can drink it."

Then he brought the tea to her mouth: "Drink, little ancestor."

Song Yi only then drank with satisfaction, took a sip, and vomited out instantly.

Tang Si frowned and put down the tea in his hand: "What's the matter?"

Song Yi pointed to his mouth: "It hurts."

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