Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 37: Can I Think of You?

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Anyway, any man who sees you just wants to sleep with you." Mu Wanxue chuckled softly, whispering near Song Yi’s ear, "Do you think those n will be jealous of ?"

Song Yi gently nudged Mu Wanxue with her elbow, turned over to face her, "Does Miss Xue Xue want to play along?"

The woman’s voice quivered slightly, filled with laughter, wild and seductive in the night.

The fragrance lingered between their breaths.

Song Yi, this woman, is alluring and gentle. She’s not entirely delicate; there’s a clear pride in her bones, mixed with a sense of being both dashing and wild.

A woman like this is both captivating and damn hard to conquer.

Even won can find themselves chard by this enchanting figure. Thunder roared outside, while there were heartbeats inside, impossible to distinguish who they belonged to.

"Song Yi, quit it. I’m not a man." Mu Wanxue pushed her away, "Keep away from , you vixen."

Song Yi lightly pursed her lips, "Just teasing you."

After speaking, she gently rolled over, withdrew her leg, and distanced herself from Mu Wanxue, her breathing slightly heavy, her heart still uneasy.

She felt like she was sleeping next to a ticking ti bomb.

.....

In the opposite building, a man sat on a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, slightly crossing his legs, wearing a black shirt with sleeves rolled up, exposing his well-proportioned forearm, looking taut and solid. The room was dark, the faint glow from the computer screen highlighted his face, serene and calm, with distinct and exquisite facial features.

His charming eyes were fixed on the surveillance images on the computer and the telescope view of that silent, empty scene, his gaze clear yet detached, exuding a sense of steadiness after many hardships.

"Not going over now?" Zhou Liang asked beside him.

"It’s not the right ti." Tang Si pursed his lips slightly, raised his hand to take out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, squinting his charming eyes, a cold and indifferent light reflected in his pupils.

"There might be soone behind Mu Wanxue." The man softly exhaled a smoke ring, his Adam’s apple moved, "We have to wait and see."

The surveillance images ca from the cara inside Song Yi’s room. For Tang Si, hacking into the surveillance was effortless.

...

Song Yi buried her head under the covers, quietly took out her phone from under the pillow.

Looking at the series of numbers just called in, it should be Tang Si’s private number, right?

"Ding—" Tang Si’s phone suddenly rang.

The man glanced sideways at the phone on the table; it was a WeChat friend request, noted as: [Captain Tang, I’m a little scared.]

Song Yi added Tang Si as a WeChat contact using his phone number, originally thinking he wouldn’t accept.

Tang Si’s profile picture was simple, like a shadow puppet, with a full-body silhouette holding a cigarette, crossing his legs and sitting on the sofa.

His posture was elegant, his curves very enticing; just a silhouette could make one imagine a handso face for its owner, although Tang Si was also truly handso himself.

Originally, she thought he wouldn’t agree; she knew he was inherently cold, sticking strictly to business, not wanting to add her on WeChat.

Yet, he accepted!

For so reason, Song Yi felt a bit excited.

Then, she received a ssage from him—

Tang Si: [If you’re scared, think about sothing else.]

The situation felt sowhat reminiscent of being in the Criminal Investigation Team. Back then, she was also scared, tense and nearly breaking down, and he was there with her; only this ti, he was farther away.

Song Yi looked at his reply, nearly able to imagine his calm and indifferent tone.

Song Yi: [Sothing else? Can I think about you?]