Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 352: Bro... Should We Make It Quick?

Song Yi lifted her head along the man’s arm and looked at his profile: "Hmm?"

Tang Si pressed her down, leaning toward her.

The warm breath fell on the corner of her lips, filled with a strong masculine scent, voice husky: "I don’t care how he treats ."

"But baby, a man coming ho exhausted doesn’t want to drink with other n."

The words made Song Yi’s heart race.

Her ears started burning for so unknown reason, getting hot.

He said, "A man just wants his own woman."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi’s heart skipped a beat.

Tang Si, with closed eyes, completely relaxed, buried his head in her neck.

Deeply, slowly, breathing in.

One breath after another, the magnetic, low voice lingered in her ears, making Song Yi’s heart leap.

Too seductive, making her blush and her heart race.

It seed like dependence, a man’s coyness.

Song Yi trembled, listening to his breathing, feeling her limbs go soft, flooded with electricity.

Her small hand slid through his hair, holding the back of his head, speaking: "Brother..."

"Hmm?" Tang Si responded softly.

The soft, tender call of ’Brother’ made his whole body feel weak.

Song Yi bit her teeth tightly: "Don’t, don’t chu

an."

Tang Si slled the addictive, pleasant scent on her body.

It seed only in this way could he prove that this woman was truly by his side.

Belonging to him.

Listening to her voice, he laughed, not raising his head, but speaking slowly: "So what should I do... Brother is tired from a day’s work, can’t I lean on my little friend for a rest?"

His lips almost touching Song Yi’s collarbone, while speaking, his lips brushed lightly, making Song Yi uncomfortable.

Yet she didn’t want to push him away.

She could only bear it.

Additionally, that tone sounded pitiful, very dependent.

This made Song Yi even more unwilling to refuse.

Song Yi had always been soone who yielded to neither persuasion nor coercion, yet was completely under Tang Si’s control.

Was it Song Yi’s compromise, or was Tang Si particularly skilled at handling people?

Perhaps both, as love is always about mutual compatibility and change.

Seeing Tang Si like this, Song Yi truly felt deep down that this man was tired.

She thought she shouldn’t have agreed to Fu Jingsheng coming over to drink.

She realized she was too inconsiderate, feeling a little guilty inside.

Song Yi licked her lips, gently touching the back of his head, whispered: "So what should I do?"

"Really want to..."

"He’s coming to pick up my sister now, should we... make it quick?"

Tang Si laughed lowly upon hearing this, even his chest vibrating.

He said, "How is that enough? Not enough ti."

The tone carried a mischievous charm.

Song Yi frowned: "Then after we eat, compensate you? I’ll follow your lead?"

Chatting intimately with Song Yi made him feel as if the whole world quieted down, no cases, no criminals, no victims, no suspects, everything seed peaceful and gentle.

Tang Si got up from her, forehead to forehead, his raspy voice ca from his throat: "How could I bear that?"

"Just joking."

Facing him like this, Song Yi felt even more guilty.

Tang Si truly was a master at this.

Everyone around him was irrevocably loyal to him.

Song Yi moved closer to Tang Si, hugging him tightly: "I won’t do this again next ti, will ask your opinion beforehand."

"You’re not wrong." Tang Si gently kissed Song Yi’s forehead, shedding the coldness, leaving only tenderness: "eting your friends isn’t a bad thing."

"Only joking, flirting, you took it seriously?" he lightly patted her head: "Silly girl."

Song Yi hugged him tight: "I don’t care, you’re my boyfriend, whatever happens next, I call the shots."

...

When Fu Jingsheng drove out, it was already eight o’clock.

By eight in the evening, the sky was dark, and the city’s neon lights were lit.

The car steadily parked at the school gate.

He wore simple casual attire, earrings once again adorning his ears.

Hands in pockets, striding into the school with a rebellious air, handso looks drawing the attention of schoolgirls.

Fu Jingsheng was indifferent, heading to the classroom location Song Yi ntioned to find Song Nuan.

Only to find she wasn’t in the classroom.

"Excuse , can I ask, is Song Nuan here?" Fu Jingsheng casually grabbed soone and asked.

By chance, it was a female student, who stuttered at seeing Fu Jingsheng: "Sh-she probably went to the bathroom, haven’t seen her since class ended."

Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow: "Where’s the bathroom?"

The girl pointed in a direction.

Fu Jingsheng smirked: "Thanks, little sister."

That call of ’little sister’ made the girl’s face imdiately red.

Fu Jingsheng paid no mind, turning and leaving.

Song Nuan ca out of the bathroom, feeling the cool breeze, despite wearing two layers today, she still felt cold.

By now, it was close to class ti, so there were fewer people in the bathroom.

Song Nuan had a bit of an upset stomach today.

Standing at the sink, she washed her hands, and as she lowered her head, she seemingly noticed a shadow standing behind her.

The faucet was running, gushing water, with no other sound around, Song Nuan imdiately looked up, glancing at the mirror, but it was empty.

Song Nuan took a deep breath, glanced behind herself again.

But there was nothing.

Song Nuan closed her eyes briefly, maybe the shadows Gu Nanjiu left were too large.

Causing so lingering effects now.

After washing her hands, she wiped them with a towel, throwing it in the trash.

The corner of her eye seed to catch another flash of darkness.

At this mont, Song Nuan’s breath tightened a little, her heartbeat quickening.

Eyes cautiously sweeping around, confirming nothing was there.

Song Nuan hurried out of the bathroom.

Outside, the chilly wind blew, Song Nuan gasped for breath, her eyes filled with fear, feeling a chill on her back, her legs a bit weak.

Thinking she shouldn’t linger, she lowered her head, quickly heading back to the classroom.

"Ah—!" Rounding a corner, she suddenly bumped into soone.

With already tense nerves, Song Nuan collapsed at this mont,

Holding her head, covering her ears, crouching down to scream: "Don’t co near!"

The girl’s sweet voice turned sharp, the trembling tone revealing her extre fear.

Fu Jingsheng, seeing her like this, paused: "Little Nuannuan? It’s , Fu Jingsheng."

Amidst her fear, Song Nuan heard a familiar voice, hesitantly raising her head—