Being His Little Fox

Chapter 42: His every move stirred her heart

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The cold wind irrigating her entire face.

The whistling wind made Song Yi stare wide-eyed, and the whole person was awake, this is the eighteenth floor.

The man clasped her hands and pressed her down on the ventilation window sill of the fire escape. She was forced to overlook the whole city, her hands were tightly clasped, struggling to move, and an inexplicable sense of death came over her.

"What are you doing?" Song Yi's voice was weak and her heart was beating fast.

Wouldn't this psychopath want to throw her down here

"What are you panicking about?" came the man's languid voice: "Look to your left, your balcony, and see what she is doing?"

His tone was calm, just holding her like this, every word seemed to be pressed with a low-pitched magnetism.

It sounds good and has a soothing effect.

Song Yi really looked in that direction, Mu Wanxue's face was heavy, as if she was calling someone.

"See clearly?"

"Um."

Tang Si nodded lightly: "Okay, if you can meet the person she called, I will satisfy you with nothing too much."

Song Yi took a deep breath, probably knowing what Tang Si wanted to do.

He directly interrupted their topic in this way, and ended it in this way.

It's really hard for her to bring it back. The conversation last night was just an oolong.

Now is the time to get down to business.

Song Yi coughed lightly: "Can you stop pressing me? Let go first, I feel uncomfortable when you do this."

Tang Si let go of her hand, and he immediately left the window sill.

Frowning, he gently rubbed the red wrist that he had pinched just now, his face was as rosy as pink, maybe he was just scared.

A pair of soft and weak eyes in the eyes of a fox: "I don't know how to pity and cherish jade at all."

Song Yi complained.

Tang Si looked at her red wrist, he felt that he didn't use much force just now, her wrist was actually so red.

The man suddenly raised his lips lightly, a sense of laziness spread, and he said in a somewhat casual tone: "You are just a coquette."

In the next second, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and then he was a little lazy again: "I'm leaving, and I will tell you to take care of your business."

He had come specifically to tell her this.

Song Yi stared at Tang Si. The man had his hands in his trouser pockets at the moment. In the weak light, he couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see the outline of his body. The curvature of his jaw was smooth. Such a hazy feeling was calm and introverted. The breath radiates from the inside out.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of intellectual abstinence, which belongs only to mature men. Unashamedly and unashamedly seductive in the air.

She licked her lips: "OK."

He swallowed his saliva again, feeling a little itchy, he really has no dead ends in 360 degrees, he is really good-looking, so attractive.

At this moment, Tang Si was no longer just a cash cow in front of her. This man was different from all the men she had ever seen before. It can become any attractive appearance without crossing the line, and it will not make people feel that there is something wrong.

But no matter what appearance he showed in front of her, he hooked straight into her heart, causing her heart to be turned upside down.

At this moment, Song Yi probably understood what it means to be seduced by masculinity.

Tang Si explained a few more words, and was about to leave with long legs.

But what Song Yi heard was his magnetic voice and provocative voice.

His voice was always faintly lazy, and every word in his suppressed voice made her tremble like electric current.

So much so that she didn't pay attention to what he said at all.

How can someone's voice make people feel weak!

Song Yi never felt that she was a voice controller, but after listening to his voice, the more she listened to it, the more she fell into it. She just liked his tone and rhythm.

"Wait" Seeing that the tall and straight figure was about to disappear in front of her eyes, Song Yi quickly stopped him.

The man turned his head, put his hands in his trouser pockets, his peach blossom eyes curled up with a smile, and he looked over lazily: "What's the matter?"

"What did you... just say?"