Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 121: Stop Acting Cute

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Song Yi changed into black wide-leg pants and a long-sleeve shirt, with one corner of the shirt tucked into her pants.

Her hair was loose.

She put on makeup to cover so scars, and her hair also covered a few.

Casual yet fashionable.

She and Tang Si ca out of the apartnt.

Tang Si had his hands in his pockets, while Song Yi linked to his elbow.

The woman’s steps were slow, and the man also matched her slow pace.

She linked to his left arm, and he carried her small bag on his right side.

Walking lazily, with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he was roguishly lazy and wild, exuding charm.

A couple that was both pleasing to the eye and sweet.

Especially the man, mature and charismatic, with a devilish allure, wild desires overflowing, looking quite untamable.

Yet he still casually carried her bag.

The woman beside him looked up and smiled at him while asking, "If drinking milk tea makes gain weight, will you still want ? Or if I get fat, will you stop from drinking it?"

In the sunlight, the woman’s profile was soft and bright, alluringly gentle.

Like an elegant lady, also like a socialite, but mostly with boundless seductive laziness.

Her expression gave an impression of both freshness and allure.

These two people were a perfect match in both temperant and appearance.

Tang Si, upon hearing her, turned and lowered his head to glance at her, his eyes filled with deep laughter, his voice playful and teasing: "Drink what? Is there anything I haven’t let you drink?"

That tone was too wicked, too improper.

"Tang~Si~!"

Song Yi stopped walking, released his hand, and stomped her foot calling him.

Her coquettish tone full of playfulness.

"Hey." Tang Si looked at her with a tilted head, smiling: "Boyfriend is here."

Song Yi stared at him with her fox-like eyes, her makeup making her look very coquettish with a hint of red at the corner of her eyes.

"You can’t act like this outside, restrain yourself."

He was forbidden from being improper, forbidden from randomly teasing her.

"Inside it’s allowed?" Tang Si asked: "What inside?"

Song Yi pursed her lips, tears threatening in her eyes as she said: "You’re bullying ."

Tang Si murmured: "Okay, take it back."

"Can’t stand it."

He really couldn’t stand her acting coquettishly.

Whenever she acted like that, he softened, feeling like he could give her anything.

His soul nearly captivated.

Song Yi watched him compromise.

With a tug at her lips, she thought she couldn’t manage him? That old rascal!

...

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

Walking into the milk tea shop, they attracted a lot of attention.

These two alone on the street would turn many heads, but together, the attention was even greater.

"Shall I go get it for you?"

"Yes, I want kumquat lemon flavor."

"Is it not milk tea you’re drinking? Isn’t that flavor sour?"

Isn’t milk tea supposed to be sweet?

"That’s why it needs to be bought at the milk tea shop." Song Yi answered: "I like drinking this, it feels cool and refreshing, very appetizing."

"Sit tight, wait for ."

With that, he went over to line up.

Quite a few won looked at Tang Si, wanting to approach him.

He stood there, unsmiling, with hands in pockets.

Standing tall and clean, with a bit of roguish coldness, keeping people at bay.

Making one yearn but hesitant to flirt, only able to sneak glances.

Song Yi rested her chin and watched him, inexplicably smiling.

He was like this when they first t, seemingly unchanged yet ridiculously different.

Except Song Yi was braver than anyone. She dared to approach Tang Si.

Thanks to her boldness.

Soon after, he ca over with the kumquat lemon tea, thoughtfully inserting the straw for her.

Song Yi reached out to take it.

Tang Si dodged and didn’t give it to her, her eyes widened.

He laughed and said: "Your hand has wounds; this is too cold. I’ll hold it for you while you drink."

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

Finally, Song Yi smiled and took a sip, and imdiately spit it out.

Tang Si frowned and put down the tea: "What’s wrong?"

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