Song Yi was montarily stunned, reacting after two seconds.
The corners of her lips tugged slightly, as the worry and suppressed thoughts disappeared instantly with his one or two casual remarks.
Her voice carried a long-lost hint of laughter, charming and soft: "Si Ye, let give you so advice."
Tang Si raised an eyebrow, turning and leaning against the corridor, his lips quirking: "Go ahead."
"Next ti, lower the cara a bit, shoot from below the waist, send it to , and then ask again like that. I’ll be even more shy."
Just like last ti when she asked him if he could change the color of his underwear, he responded—
["Song Yi, my little darling, you look so pitiful, it makes want to bully you until you cry..."]
["But I can’t bear to."]
His voice, hoarse but playful, continued: "Then I’ll reluctantly teach my little sweetheart how to ta ; you can answer next ti."]
As soon as she finished speaking, there was brief silence for a few seconds from the opposite side.
Song Yi chuckled softly, glancing sideways at the overcast rainy day outside the window.
"Let teach you how to ta as well." Fight fire with fire.
"Are you going to keep teasing?" Song Yi: "Why aren’t you speaking?"
Tang Si: "Hmm..."
He licked his lips, his voice lazy: "Don’t rush, baby. You have to consider the image. What if it doesn’t look good and you don’t want ?"
"But you have to sneak a peek, hide in the bed to look."
There were rustling sounds on that side, as if he was actually taking a photo...
Song Yi’s heart tightened, her lips moved, wanting to say sothing yet didn’t know what to say.
All she could manage was sothing weak and futile: "You, you are, are doing what? You, you don’t, don’t..."
"Buzz—"
She didn’t finish her sentence as the phone vibrated; he really sent a photo.
Song Yi’s mind blanked out, everything went void.
Subconsciously lowering her head, she shakily tapped open his ssage.
The result—
It was a photo of her, the one she posted last ti with the caption saying she felt empty, lonely, and cold, visible only to him.
Wrapped in a bath towel, pulled very low, exuding a seductive aura.
Song Yi’s face turned red as she looked at it, regretfully covering her face with her palm, wondering how she managed to send this photo out at the ti.
Song Yi was ready to endure Tang Si’s teasing.
Instead, she only heard him say: "What, ’don’t’? Thought I’d really send you mine?"
The man’s voice was lazily playful: "The real thing looks better; photos are boring."
"Haven’t you already seen it?"
He was mischievous and cheeky; even through the screen, she could imagine his alluring eyes filled with that incorrigible smile, his rogue charm imprinted deeply.
"Tang Si!" Song Yi shouted, wanting him to stop speaking.
"Hmm?" Tang Si responded, then licked his lips and laughed: "Oh right, forgot sothing, didn’t I? Still... past."
"..."
He pressed his lips together, deciding not to tease Song Yi about this topic anymore, concluding with: "But darling, the feeling is truly amazing."
Then swiftly switched topics: "Look at the photo I sent you; are there more of this type? Send a few more my way; I’ll save them for you. I’ve got plenty of storage on my phone, one isn’t enough; I can buy two."
Song Yi was truly not a woman to be easily teased.
Tang Si had witnessed this from the start, knowing that in any situation, she never let herself suffer even a little.
She chuckled, deftly bypassing Tang Si’s question about photos, responding to his previous topic: "Brother, let tell you secretly, when you were pulling then, if you put in more effort, it would feel twice as good. I even searched it on the browser; it’s definitely your fault, absolutely your fault. How can you be so powerless?"
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