Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 419: Smooth Lines and Perfectly Sculpted Muscles

"Want to co ho with tonight and sleep?" He gently brushed the dust off his shoulder.

The tone was so natural and effortless.

"Impossible." Song Yi refused without even thinking, her gaze clear and decisive.

The man chuckled softly and suddenly leaned towards her.

Song Yi instinctively retreated.

"Look outside at the traffic," he said with a mischievous smile, "If you don’t agree, I’ll sleep with you right here."

The cold wind grazed her back, chilling her skin, and Song Yi shivered, biting her lip. It dawned on her why he didn’t close the window.

He was waiting for her here.

...

Many tis, anger rolled within her chest, making her breath uneven, her soft white face cold and rigid. But ultimately...

Song Yi compromised.

She returned to Tang Si’s ho once again.

Tang Si removed his coat, rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing a section of his arm where the veins stood out conspicuously, alluring in their sensuality.

Even his simplest gestures seed inherently flirtatious.

Tang Si was the type of person who naturally drew attention, no matter the mont. Every move was aesthetically pleasing, every action was perfectly executed.

Song Yi stood by the door, leisurely walking in and casually glancing at his movents, "Where will I sleep tonight?"

"Where you used to sleep, sleep there tonight." Tang Si lowered his eyes, tidying the tea set on the table, occasionally glancing at Song Yi.

Observing her facial expressions change.

"If you keep this up, I’ll leave." At least now they were off the car, he had no leverage.

She could leave anyti she wanted to.

After tidying up, Tang Si straightened up, a trace of roguishness on his face, lazily drawling, "Don’t push it, take it one step at a ti. Tonight we sleep apart, tomorrow we sleep together, the day after we’ll sleep holding each other, and then we can..."

Song Yi couldn’t stand it and snapped at his shalessness, "Shut up."

Tang *obediently* Si: "Okay."

...

That night, Song Yi slept in the bedroom, having showered and put on his white shirt.

Quietly lying in bed, the room was dark and silent, in such tranquility, every sense seed amplified.

Taking a deep breath, the blanket slled like detergent, devoid of his scent.

She tightly clutched the corner of the blanket, her teeth gently biting her lip, realizing that Tang Si hadn’t returned to sleep after the case ended.

Either he didn’t co back to sleep or didn’t sleep in bed.

What was he busy with?

Amidst her confusion, she heard so rustling outside.

She furrowed her brow slightly, instinctively throwing off the blanket and standing up.

Tiptoeing to the door, she carefully opened a small gap.

The corridor light was on, but Tang Si was nowhere to be seen.

From the bathroom ca the sound of running water, and Song Yi’s gaze naturally drifted there.

Under the dim light, the door vaguely outlined the man’s form, alluringly thin yet powerful.

She had seen it before, truly and vividly seen it.

Seeing it could hardly prevent her from imagining the scene inside.

In this imagining...

Sleek lines, perfectly toned muscles, tempting skin, searing body heat...

Song Yi swallowed hard, her heart inexplicably racing, her face flushed crimson.

More than strong.

That day she almost couldn’t get out of bed.

That day she almost suffocated beneath him.

Her breathing inexplicably beca rapid, a wave of tension overtaking her, her toes curling, leaning against the door fra, gazing at the bathroom.

Her hands restlessly tapped the door fra again and again, unsure how to resist the urge to sneak in and take advantage, what to do? What to do?

Waiting for a good plan online.

Forget it, I’ll just watch from here.

Maybe I’d catch a glimpse of a handso man’s alluring exit.

She stood at the door for a long, long ti.

There was no sign of Tang Si coming out.

Song Yi: "???"

Did he fall into the toilet or sothing?

Licking her lips slightly, she abruptly straightened up and opened the door.

Walking to the bathroom door, her posture was upright, glancing inside, "Ahem."

She knocked on the door, her voice raised a few pitches, "Done yet, mister? I need the bathroom."

"..." Inside was silent, with no response.

Tang Si stood before the mirror, wrapped below the waist in a towel, droplets of water glistening on his skin, the scars on his arm and chest shockingly severe.

In his hand was a cotton swab, surrounded by various dicines, dealing with his wounds.

Re-bandaging, his forehead sweating and mixing with water droplets, his gaze deep and bottomless, indescribably sexy.

Suddenly hearing the woman’s voice outside, his hands moved a bit faster but didn’t respond.

This couldn’t be seen by her.

Song Yi watched the shadow inside move, though uncertain of what exactly he was doing.

Her eyes misted over with a touch of allure, "Say sothing, are you in there doing...that for so long?"

Tang Si: "..."

His initially soft panting suddenly grew heavier.

Song Yi frowned; there was still no response inside.

"Tang Si?"

The little woman’s voice was naturally pleasant, soft and seductive, enticing to the heart.

Tang Si set down the dicine and cotton swab, slicking his wet hair back, ready to open the door but realized he’d forgotten clothes.

To go out like this would certainly be seen by her.

"Could you bring a shirt for , please?"

Finally, a voice ca from inside, slightly husky, still languid but, if listened to closely, carried a hint of tremor.

"It’s not like I haven’t seen it, you can just co out."

"No," Tang Si, "I’m a bit shy. Better take it one step at a ti."

"...?" Shy? She’d seen shalessness before but never such boundless shalessness.

Everyone has monts of shyness; would Tang Si, this old rascal, feel shy? Like hell, she’d believe such nonsense.

"Just a favor."

"No help."

"Want a transfer?"

Song Yi: "Ten thousand."

"Okay."

...

Song Yi turned around to fetch his clothes for him.

Tang Si heard the noise outside the room and imdiately opened the bathroom door, heading to the living room to pick a shirt from the balcony.

If he really waited for Song Yi, with her personality, she’d definitely insist on seeing everything.

Song Yi swiftly grabbed the shirt and ran towards the bathroom.

Tang Si sat on the living room sofa at that mont, holding a newspaper, his gaze inevitably drawn to the sound of running footsteps.

The woman was wearing his shirt, the white sleeves showcasing her slender, straight legs, bright and appealing, her skin so fair it was hard to look away, holding a white shirt, her face full of excitent as she headed to the bathroom.

Seeing those legs, Tang Si’s attractive eyes squinted slightly, his gaze following the motion upward, noticing the buttons were not properly fastened, as her running caused one side of the collar to slip below her shoulder, revealing her collarbone and shoulders completely.

His throat bobbed, gaze turning from indifferent laziness to intense desire—

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