Being His Little Fox

Song Yi watched him come, shrank his legs, and leaned against the sofa.

She clenched the sofa cushion tightly: "Eat breakfast first or else."

Yesterday I just wanted to see if he really didn't reply to the news or if he didn't reply to the news.

According to this posture today, I am really busy.

Tang Si did not listen to her remarks.

When she came to her, her lips were smiling, wild and wild, with a little ambiguous smile between her peach blossom eyes.

The man bent slightly, stretched out his hand to hold her arm, and gently pulled to lift him up.

Song Yi only felt that the moment he held her hand up, she trembled a little.

There is a callus on his hand, and her arm is a little itchy while grinding her, I take his temperature.

Song Yi stood in front of him and pulled his bath towel.

Tang Si stared at her, lowered his head and chuckled lightly, his eyelashes drooping over his eyes.

The low laughter came from his chest, shaking Song Yi's eardrums. This laugh was extraordinarily **** and seductive.

His smiling Song Yi had a tingling scalp.

"I'll change my clothes."

She was really waiting on the sofa to fall asleep last night.

With that, Song Yi was ready to leave.

But his wrist was suddenly held by the man, Song Yi looked back and stared at him.

His deep eyebrows were a little tired, but he still had a sultry smile.

He spoke with a low voice, stubborn and bad: "What for? You have to take it off for a while?"

He licked his lips, his crimson lips hooked, coquettish, squiggly, and his tone was still very low: "Or to say something else... is more interesting?"

The eyebrows are bad and the tone is not serious.

And the tone and speed of speech are soothing that makes the heart tremble.

She likes listening to Tang Si so much.

It's really nice.

Tang Si was talking, suddenly raised his hand to Song Yi.

The index finger and **** clamped the bath towel in front of her, and the finger gently hooked.

Song Yi obediently moved forward.

Because she was afraid of the towel falling off.

The man's fingers touched her skin, and Song Yi's heart was pounding and his face was burning badly.

Blushing to the ears.

A serious and nasty man like Tang Si was really unbearable when he raised people and talked.

Tang Si grabbed her waist, her breath was sweet and sweet.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his tiredness seemed to be washed away by this gentleness.

Instead, it was her tenderness and gentleness, as well as the shyness of that little woman.

How could his woman be so cute.

Wild and cute.

He took a few points hard, really wanting to crush her in his arms like this.

Tang Si didn't do anything to hold her.

Song Yi raised his eyes suspiciously and saw that he closed his eyes and suddenly his heart tightened.

She bit her lip, and was quiet, silent, no struggle.

She felt his tiredness, his tiredness, and a decadent breath lingered all over her body, too lifeless.

Everything I just walked in was fake.

From the first meeting, she knew that laziness and carelessness were all superficial. At that time, she only knew that the man was cold inside.

Feeling cold-blooded is his truest side.

But now... maybe it is.

Unguarded, let go of everything.

He tightened his strength little by little, and she was strangled with pain.

But she still didn't say a word, just lying in his arms, feeling his breathing and heartbeat, as well as his temperature, and... gritted her teeth and endured.

"Song Yi." The man suddenly said, the strength in his hand suddenly loosened a bit.

"Huh?" She responded softly.

Tang Si rubbed the back of her head with a big hand, and uttered three words in a slow tone: "Can you?"

Song Yi's hands clenched, his heart beating violently, he stared at her with deep eyes, as if asking her for some advice.

Seeing his eyes like this, Song Yi suddenly didn't want to think about it.

Just give him what he wants.

Fate is fine.

Song Yi pursed his lips, as if he had made a decision, and tightened the clothes in front of his chest: "Then, then you should be gentle..."

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