Hold... ...
Song Yi stared at this sentence, and a swear word burst from the bottom of her heart.
Freedom of thought means that she can think whatever she wants, in any position.
She felt that her dignity as a little dirty girl had been challenged like never before.
Overwhelmed, she gritted her teeth, so she replied
Just thinking about it is not enough.
give it a chance touch you. Or to put it another way, I want to touch you, can I do it
In short, I want freedom of movement too, for you.
After a while, she received a reply from Tang Si: Try it.
Staring at the screen, Song Yi bit her lip. Is this sentence a naked threat... or a naked seduction
This night, Song Yi was really thinking about other things. It has to be said that Tang Si had a great way to distract her, making her feel that someone was with her on the other side of the phone screen. Let her think about him all night
The next morning, the rain stopped, but the sky was still foggy and gray, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressed down.
Song Yi woke up very early. Seeing that Mu Wanxue was still sleeping next to her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She saw the sun today, and spent the night safely.
When turning over to get up, Mu Wanxue also opened her eyes suddenly. The clear eyes just stared at Song Yi.
Song Yi was taken aback, but there was no change on her face: "Are you awake?"
"You sleep a little longer, I'll go downstairs to buy some breakfast." Song Yi said with a smile, no different from usual.
"I want to eat steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and finger cakes." Mu Wanxue was sleepy, ordering food in a hazy tone.
It seems like a normal person.
Song Yi suddenly couldn't think of any relationship between her and Wu Wang's death.
She wore a pair of long wide-leg trousers and high-waisted short-sleeves, which accentuated her figure even better. She combed her hair slightly in the mirror and went out.
Song Yi is very beautiful, and this outfit makes her look like a soft girl next door.
Just as she walked to the door, a sudden force dragged her into the fire escape next to her. A scent of green tea mixed with a faint smell of smoke hits the face.
Song Yi subconsciously struggled and resisted, and bent his elbows to the bottom of the person behind him.
A big hand held her elbow firmly, and the man suddenly raised his eyebrows: "This strength is really not small, do you really want to destroy me?"
This sentence, overflowing from the throat, lazily with a bewitching taste, the low magnetic field is pleasant and familiar.
"Tang Si?"
"En." Tang Si let go of her: "Did you sleep well last night?"
Song Yi found that she really liked listening to Tang Si's words. Not only did he have a nice and provocative voice, but his tone and intonation were just right, which made people feel very comfortable.
She turned around and faced Tang Si. The woman's eyebrows and eyes were clear, and her red lips moved slightly: "It's so early in the morning, why do you want me?"
"Are you so heartless?" Tang Si raised her thin lips, and said in a gentle tone, "I've been staring at you all night, or all night, can you invite me to have breakfast? Miss Song?"
His tone seemed to be joking.
It was only then that Song Yi noticed that there was indeed a slight tiredness between his brows and eyes.
But this person himself is lazy, with a sense of laziness and depression.
She narrowed her fox eyes slightly, smiled lightly, and her unique voice was soft: "Do you know that you owe it so much?"
"What do you owe?"
Song Yi faced him, uttered a word with her lips, and uttered a word.
The man's peach blossom eyes narrowed dangerously.
He could see that her mouth shape was very slow and silent, and she spit out the word.
day.
"Isn't it? Didn't you chat with me last night and asked me to try it, but you came here early in the morning? Did you owe this or something?"
Tang Si: "What are you talking about? Zhou Liang called you back last night."
Song Yi: "???!"