Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 64: Her Lips Gently Brushed His Jawline

The sun was shining high, a gentle breeze swept through the treetops, blowing from her hair to his face, carrying a hint of youthful fragrance.

The warmth in his palm and the soft sensation seed like the wind, perating every corner of his being.

This was the first ti Song Yi held his hand, in such an exhilarating setting. His hands were calloused, making her hand tingle a bit, like an electric current running through her body.

For a mont, her clear and alluring face, with shimring brilliance, dazzled his eyes.

"Song Yi." Tang Si called her na in a deep voice.

Song Yi blinked lightly, not overly seductive.

Silently releasing his hand, she softly replied, "I’m here."

"Song Yi."

"I’m here," she responded again.

Tang Si’s eyes were deep, his voice extrely faint, "Irregular military posture, an extra half-hour punishnt."

"..." Song Yi glared at him, You damn petty avenger!

Yet dared not speak.

"Song Yi."

"Mm." She felt dispirited; she should have known not to tease.

Tang Si instructed her: "Next ti when your na is called, answer imdiately."

Song Yi obediently replied, "Yes, Captain Tang."

The four male celebrities behaved themselves, standing properly, one of them similar in build to Song Yi, fainted from heatstroke.

He was sent to the clinic, Song Yi blinked, her gaze falling on Tang Si, the man’s eyes calm and unruffled.

She pursed her lips, scheming internally, Should she... faint too?

...

After everyone finished their military stance and left, only Song Yi and Tang Si remained on the field.

The caras had also reduced significantly.

Song Yi stood properly; neither of them had changed into training uniforms, wearing their own clothes, and no hats either.

This was a lesson learned; they should have changed clothes once arriving.

Song Yi’s face turned red from the sun, sweat sliding down her delicate cheeks.

Looking at the man in front of her, walking back and forth, casually yet serious, he was a rogue with integrity.

Song Yi truly felt dizzy.

Her red lips moved slightly, voice weak: "Report, I have sothing to say."

"Speak."

"Next ti can I obey properly, can I not stand? I’m getting tanned, I know I was wrong." Her tone pleading, eyes misty.

Pathetically pitiful.

"Here, there’s no room for pleading." He was firm, showing no rcy.

Her teasing went on endlessly, regardless of occasion, without a lesson, how would she learn?

"You..."

Before he finished speaking, the young girl in front of him collapsed toward him.

Pounced straight into his embrace, hands falling on his shoulders, and then her whole body slid slowly down his form.

Tang Si’s heart tightened, instantly hooking his arm around her waist, lifting her wholly upward.

Slender waist, easy to hold, incredibly soft.

With her waist hooked, her whole body went limp, eyes closed in his arms.

"Song Yi?"

"..." No response.

He patted her face again: "Song Yi?"

"..." Your little Song Yi has gone offline.

Tang Si pursed his lips, bending slightly, effortlessly scooping her whole body up, heading to the clinic.

His steps were brisk, the girl cradled horizontally in his arms, head resting against his chest.

Before reaching the clinic, Tang Si halted abruptly.

The girl who was "unconscious" reached one hand down his abs, sliding gently to the back waist, while the other hand hooked around his neck.

Softly pinched his earlobe.

The blood seed to freeze at that mont.

She lifted her head from Tang Si’s chest, her lips lightly brushing against his jaw at that instant...