Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 41: Song Yi, Be Good and Listen

He speaks as if he’s in debt to the sun; he’s truly seen what a female rascal looks like.

Encountered ones more unruly than her, those are called sluts, always eager to get involved without a shred of dignity.

Soone like Song Yi belongs to the cultured and intelligent category of rascals.

"Agreeing to your WeChat was because you were scared. Whether we chat and about what, is it really that important? Isn’t the point to collaborate so you don’t feel scared?"

"If you act against your will, what if you rebel like now, disagreeing with a single word? Like a teenager, ready to explode like a firecracker? Just one minor spark?"

Speaking, the man gently moved his leg, freeing it from being stepped on by her.

In the next second, his large hand gently grasped Song Yi’s leg that was attempting to step on him again.

Song Yi failed to attack, stared intently, unable to free herself.

He chuckled lowly, to him her soft force was really like an insignificant effort.

With a slight push from his hand, he effortlessly pressed her against the wall: "With this little strength you think you can stir sothing? Do you really think stepping on can cause pain?"

"You’ve vented your anger, so now be obedient and cooperate. Doesn’t the police brother protect you safely, Song Yi, do you understand? Hmm?"

The man’s voice was deep and magnetic, with a magnetic field of its own, a soft tone, a bit lazy, with a hint of steadiness found in n.

It seed as though his voice had a charm mixed into it, lazily and softly stirring her heart.

Song Yi took a deep breath, repeatedly deciding not to be confused by him. So people can attract a large crowd purely based on their superior inherent condition, even if the person is unconscious of doing so.

She glared at Tang Si and petulantly spat out three words: "Don’t understand!"

She rembered thinking last night that she managed to flirt with him, preparing to boast about it today; but instead, this damned man claid he wasn’t the one chatting. Now she just wanted to crush him.

At this point, it was pure indignation; whatever the case was didn’t matter. Her smart and shrewd CEO image had been ruined in front of others.

How would she face Zhou Liang later?

Then Tang Si saw Song Yi politely smiling at him and saying: "Now please take your hand off my leg, thank you."

Seeing her still fuming, he decided not to tease her anymore. He had casually said sothing, but she had taken it to heart.

"Alright." He sighed, removing his hand, casually saying: "Besides responding to you about my thoughts, which I instructed Zhou Liang to send on my behalf, the rest was all typing, directly replying. Satisfied?"

"Can you cooperate now?"

Song Yi looked at him, this sly fox who constantly teased her for fun, thinking she’d be so easy to fool?

"Yesterday you told to try it." Song Yi looked at him, suddenly raising her leg next to his waist: "Captain Tang, didn’t those thigh touches feel nice? Shouldn’t you reciprocate in kind?"

The woman smiled charmingly, and being soft was a woman’s natural weapon, which Song Yi used to perfection.

Tang Si could feel the slight touch on his waist, and as he looked at the woman before him, a mischievous smile erged, his peach blossom eyes curving playfully.

"So you’re trying to cling to my leg?"

"Not at all, you said I could try touching you."

Tang Si’s tone was sowhat lazy, glancing at her leg, he lightly patted it: "Aren’t you already touching?"

He stood straight, with an impressive figure, looking down, Song Yi could see his well-defined jawline and pronouncedly attractive Adam’s apple, all filled with the scent of male hormones.

His smile spread a matchless playfulness, enveloping her, yet it bore a certain self-restraint.

"Not here." Song Yi took a slight breath, saying: "It has to be in a confined space where there are no people."

"This place is thrilling enough." He said.

The next second, Song Yi’s eyes widened—