Being His Little Fox

It seemed that it was unintentional, the tingling sensation in the chin, the scent of her body, the man's breathing was a little bit short.

Song Yi pinched his earlobe at this time and moved again: "You just said that there is no room for pleading, and he passed out, Team Tang, how will the penalty be imposed next?"

"..." A fart.

Her voice was so small that only he could hear it.

The photographer following them was still behind, and Song Yi pinched his earlobe, which happened to be blocked by Tang Si's head.

He was tensed and walked into the infirmary without a word.

Put Song Yi down and said to the doctor: "Herstroke, show her."

Song Yi stared at his tight jawline, sitting on the bed, her hands propped on the bed, her two delicate legs swayed, she tilted her head slightly, and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Team Tang, for sending me over. Please trouble me, next time I will get fit, and try to hold on for a while."

Tang Si had short haircut, neat and tidy, with deep brow bones. When the peachy eyes smiled, the tail of the eyes was upturned, giving it a touch of sultry.

But at this moment, it was watching Song Yi quietly put his hands in his trouser pockets, his posture was upright and straight, this posture was quite casual and lazy.

The corners of the lips curled up slightly with a bad arc: "Okay, I will focus on training you in the future."

The voice overflowed from her throat, lazy and magnetically out of place, grinding Song Yi's eardrums straight into her heart.

The camera was still recording, and Song Yi took a look.

She didn't care that she was the focus of attention, her red face was as if she was immersed in beauty, and her eyes were silky.

"Team Tang, I like you..."

Her eyes were shining, staring into his eyes, and she paused after saying this, and the air seemed to be stagnant at this moment.

The doctor took the anti-heat medicine: "..."

This is not a variety show? Where is this acting?

Tang Si's hand in his trouser pocket tightened, his apple slid in Song Yi's line of sight, and he was about to speak.

Song Yi grinned: "I like your speech. I like the tone and rhythm of your speech. Tell me more."

Preferably, love words.

"But apart from talking, I prefer to listen to you..." Song Yi licked his lips, suddenly paused, and looked at the doctor sideways: "Huh? Have you taken it? Thank you, doctor sister."

Tang Si also went out at this time. After all, he was shooting a variety show and was on TV. Song Yi would certainly not be too much. Seeing his leaving back, the fox blinked, very subtle.

...

In the afternoon, they got acquainted with the base and were taken to the cafeteria for lunch.

Song Yi got better, but he didn't see Tang Si when he was eating.

In the middle of the night, washing and preparing to go to bed, Song Yi quietly sent a message to Tang Si while holding his hidden mobile phone.

However, the dormitory on the other side.

When Tang Si came out of the bath, the water droplets on the hair flowed down his cheeks, followed the Adam's apple all the way to the lower abdomen, and disappeared at the position of the mermaid line.

It was blocked by the surrounding bath towels.

He has a tight figure, a smooth curve, a typical hanger figure, and a sense of fortitude.

He has wet hair, water drops on his face, and a clear and quiet peach blossom eyes. This way he is lusty and sexy.

Wiping her hair, the phone rang.

Tang Si put down the towel in his hand and took a look.

The nickname of the news is Leprechaun.

Slide open to unlock, the details of the message are printed into his deep peachy eyes, staring at the screen, the man's clear eyes, gradually become more and more familiar, like the sky outside, getting darker and darker...

That news--

Little fairy: I prefer to listen to you panting, okay?

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