In the middle of the night, she’s hypersensitive to doorbell rings!
And it’s a damn rainy night again!
She anxiously grabs a kitchen knife and heads to the door.
Her heart is pounding as she looks out through the peephole.
The corridor lights are on, and a man stands there with his hands in his pockets.
Seeing it’s Tang Si, Song Yi puts down the knife and imdiately opens the door.
Just as she opens it, she’s pulled into a warm embrace.
A light scent of green tea mixed with tobacco.
The tobacco scent is so light, it’s even sowhat pleasant and capable of enchanting one’s mind.
The scent of a mature man is a mix of light fragrance and tobacco.
Wild and alluring.
The man’s head is buried between her neck, his warm breath hitting her ear.
"Little seductress, I’ve missed you."
He’s wanted to hold her like this for a long ti, the woman in his arms soft and sweet, endlessly alluring.
This person belongs to him.
His voice, deep and slow, carried endless tenderness into Song Yi’s ears.
With a gentle breath, deep restraint, and intense emotion, making her heart flutter.
She feels a bit weak, her knees giving in.
Completely chard by him.
A walking hormone, too tempting, too deadly...
It’s unclear how much ti has passed before Tang Si finally lets her go.
Song Yi’s breath is a bit unsteady, but she still raises her bright smile to look at him: "You’re done with work?"
Can’t let him see that she fell for him with just one word, no way!
This is her final bit of stubbornness as a mischievous girl.
Song Yi is wearing a white strap nightgown, her shoulders and collarbone all exquisite.
Her hair is ssy, and the red marks on her body still make Tang Si’s heart tighten.
He lifts his hand to rub her head, smiles as he speaks in a low voice: "Little seductress, why not asleep so late?"
Song Yi pulls him from the door inside, letting him sit on the sofa.
Without answering his question, she’s checking him from head to toe for any injuries.
Tang Si sits on the sofa with his legs spread, relaxed and free, cheeky and wild.
Suddenly he grins mischievously, grabbing the seductress’s wrist and pulling her into his arms.
Song Yi instantly sits on his lap.
Tang Si sits with his legs spread, and with a pull, she lands directly on his right leg.
Her slender legs are between his legs, fearing she might fall, she quickly hooks one arm around Tang Si’s neck.
Her other hand is held by Tang Si, warm to the touch.
The distance between them is so close.
Song Yi never imagined she could be so intimate with this man.
The man chuckles deeply from his throat, teasingly: "How are you being cheeky with now?"
"The mont I ca in, you started fumbling around."
His tone is casual yet sohow righteous and mischievous.
Peach blossom eyes scattered with laughter, intentionally charming, with a hint of intoxication.
An absolute man, making hearts tremble.
Song Yi is secretly worried, yet he’s still in the mood to tease.
She suddenly feels her worry has been fed to this dog.
Dog man.
Even with Tang Si like this, Song Yi still can’t stop worrying.
She knows Tang Si well, everything seems so carefree to him.
If he truly got hurt, he’d definitely not admit it.
So Song Yi stares at him, determinedly asking: "Are you really okay?"
"What’s wrong?"
Song Yi pushes him away: "I’ll get you a glass of cold water."
Tang Si lets her stand up from his arms, raising an eyebrow as he watches her.
Not understanding why she wants to fetch cold water.
Song Yi smiles sweetly, looking down at him: "To cool you down."
"You really don’t miss at all."
Song Yi grumbles.
"Hmm?" Tang Si instantly pulls her hand with a gentle tug—
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