Being His Little Fox

The cold wind blowing in her face watered her entire face.

The whirring wind made Song Yi's eyes wide open, and he was sober. This is the 18th floor.

The man clasped her hands and pressed her on the ventilated window sill of the fire escape. She was forced to overlook the whole city, her hands clasped tightly, struggling still, and an inexplicable breath of silence was rendered.

"What are you doing?" Song Yi's voice was a little weak, and his heart beat quickly.

Isn't this crazy to throw her out of here?

"Why?" The man said in a dull voice: "Look at your left, your balcony, and see what she is doing?"

His tone faded slowly, just as he held her, every word seemed to be pressed with a deep magnetism.

It sounds nice and has a soothing effect.

Song Yi really looked in that direction, Mu Wanxue's face was heavy, as if he was calling someone.

"See it clearly?"

"Ok."

Tang Si nodded slightly: "Okay, if you can see the person she called, I won't be too satisfied with you."

Song Yi took a deep breath, probably knowing what Tang Si wanted to do.

He directly interrupted their topic in this way, and ended it in this way.

She is really not good at taking it back. The chat last night was just an oolong.

Now it's time to do business.

Song Yi coughed lightly: "Can you stop pressing me? Let go first, you are so uncomfortable for me."

Tang Si released her hand, and he immediately left the window sill.

Frowning and gently rubbing the reddish wrist that was just pinched by him, his face was ruddy like a pink infestation, maybe he was just scared.

A pair of fox eyes looked soft and weak: "I don't know Lianxiangxiyu at all."

Song Yi murmured.

Tang Si looked at her red wrist. He realized that he didn't use much power just now, her wrist was so red.

The man suddenly raised his lips slightly, and the laziness spread, and he said casually, "You are a squeamish bag."

The next second, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, and then received a bit of laziness: "I'm leaving, I'll take care of your business."

He came specifically to tell her about this.

Song Yi stared at Tang Si. At the moment, the man put his hands in his trouser pockets, where the light was weak, he couldn't see his face, he could only see the contours of his figure, and the curve of his jaw was smooth. Such a hazy feeling was calm and restrained. The breath radiates from the inside out.

There is an inexplicable sense of intellectual abstinence, which belongs exclusively to mature men. Publicly and low-key unscrupulously hooking people in the air.

She licked her lips: "Okay."

He swallowed his saliva again, a little itchy, he really has no dead ends in 360 degrees, he really looks good, beautiful and confusing.

At this moment, Tang Si was not just a cash cow in front of her. This man was different from all the men he had ever seen before. He was unruly and calmly righteous. He was sultry and sultry but relaxed. It can become any kind of hook and will not cross boundaries, let alone make people feel that there is something wrong.

It just happened that no matter what he showed in front of him, he hooked straight into her heart and upset her heart.

At this moment, Song Yi probably understood what male **** appeals to.

Tang Si confessed a few more words, and stepped on his long legs to prepare to leave.

What was fluttering in Song Yi's ears were his magnetic voice and sultry voice.

His voice was always faint and lazy, and every word in his pressed voice made her tremble like an electric current.

As a result, she did not pay attention to what he said.

How can someone's voice make people feel soft!

Song Yi never felt that he was a voice controller, but after listening to his voice, the more and more he listened, the more he fell, and he liked his tone and rhythm very much.

"Wait—" Song Yi watched as his tall figure was about to disappear before his eyes, and quickly stopped him.

The man turned his head, his hands in his trouser pockets, peach blossom eyes curled up with a smile, and looked over lazily: "What?"

"What...what did you just say?"

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