Song Yi said that she was about to pull him up.
The man grabbed her hand, with a scorching heat in his palm.
Song Yi's movements paused, and his eyes turned to Tang Si involuntarily.
He closed his eyes and frowned tightly, as if he was in a lot of pain. He was holding the chair tightly with his hands, and the veins on his arms were bulging, as if he was enduring the pain.
The small lantern next to it shone on Tang Si's face, flickering, bright and dark.
"Tang Si." Song Yi softly called his name, subconsciously softening.
"Yeah." He closed his eyes and replied, and then said in a slow and impatient tone, "Sit with me for a while."
"Don't you really need to go to the hospital?" Song Yi was still worried, she couldn't get better just by sitting with her for a while.
"Sit down for a while." The man's tone was extremely heavy in the silent room. He opened his eyelids and looked at her quietly, then smiled slightly: "I don't want to move now."
Song Yi frowned, struggled for a while, and finally sat down next to Tang Si obediently.
As she sat down, the fragrance of her body came from her nostrils, and the smell could only be smelled if she got close.
Once you smell it, it feels comfortable and peaceful, making you feel at ease no matter how irritable you are.
In the dirty and dark dust, there are no bright and beautiful flowers.
There will be no spotless heart.
He is doing a bright career, and he can see the darkness in his heart more clearly than anyone else. Good and bad, right and wrong, are all in his mind.
If it is about evil and darkness, he can be that kind of person, and in that kind of world, he can do whatever he wants and become the master.
But a man like a god would not accept the life of maggots hiding like mud and black soil, the arrogance in his bones would not allow it.
Those who pushed him into the deep darkness, he did not allow himself to be with them, it was shameful and pitiful.
Tang Si tilted his head slightly, and leaned gently on Song Yi's shoulder,
She didn't escape, but a kind of silent connivance.
He could hear the woman's slow breathing and her heartbeat.
His body was stained with her body temperature and fragrance, and the man breathed more slowly than he let it go.
Song Yi, she was too sweet, and the sweetness made him more addicted.
It's too gorgeous, shining brightly, like a little sun.
He knew that she was not like this in front of outsiders, but only with him, she would be submissive, act like a baby, and show her extremely feminine side in front of him.
Her posture, wanting to turn all living beings upside down, is really effortless, and there is always an eye-catching, thrilling beauty on her body.
It makes people look at it and want to keep it forever.
Such a woman, with one heart and one mind, is all about his woman, so how can he be willing to let go.
He thought many times that for her, he wanted to stand in Guangxi.
Song Yi listened to his breathing, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she pursed her lips lightly, reached out and gently touched the back of the man's head: "Are you really all right?"
"En." Tang Si still had his eyes closed, but his mood was miraculously relaxed.
Suddenly he laughed again, the low laughter came from his chest, deep and floating: "Why didn't you let me check it out for you this time?"
In the usually lazy voice, there was a bit of malicious ridicule.
It's ruffian and bad.
He suddenly raised his hand, and gently clasped her waist, which made people's scalp tingle: "It's very clear, if you touch her again, you will be eaten? Huh?"
His faint laughter lingered in his ears, his voice was deliberately low, and the amplitude was seductively tight.
Song Yi glanced tremblingly, but the man's eyes were still closed.
She really wanted to stand up now and push the old rascal away.
But she was really afraid that his wound would burst open to ease her emotions. If she pushed like that, it would become more serious in a while, what should she do
Song Yi suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and said patiently: "If you keep beeping, I will leave."
What's going on, I can't rely on recuperating properly, but I still want to tease her.
I really don't remember to eat.
"Stop talking."
Tang Si's hand went from her waist to the front, and his big hand firmly clasped her hand.
The woman's hand is very small and slender, and he can wrap it directly.
Not because of anything else, but because I was really afraid that this woman would just slip away from me.
"Come home with me in a while, okay?" He asked, his voice very peaceful.
Song Yi: ""
home again...
Why does she feel that this old fox is setting her up? He really knows how to do it.
But looking at him, it really wasn't an act, she had seen the wound.
When he returned, it was cold at night and there was no one at home, not even a dog.
After thinking about it, she was not very relieved that he would just go back like this.
Song Yi cleared his throat, his attitude was very decisive, and his face was upright: "After sending you back, I will leave."
The man's brows and eyes curled up: "Okay, thank you Xiao Song."
"Are you alright?" Song Yi slightly moved her shoulders, her muscles were already sore: "You are very heavy, it hurts my shoulders."
"Heh" Tang Si laughed lowly and got up from her.
"alright."
"Rely on the little goblin to recharge."
It seems that no matter how tired you are, you are not tired anymore.
Song Yi stared at his eyebrows at close range, and for some reason, her eyes fell on his hair.
Suddenly he frowned tightly.
She stood up, looking and looking at the top of his hair with her hand.
After confirming that she read correctly, Song Yi's heart sank a little.
"What's wrong?" Tang Si asked lightly.
Song Yi's hand lightly patted the top of the man's hair, with complex bitterness in her heart: "Tang Si, you have gray hair."
"Really?" Tang Si raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was a little heavy, but they were all on a parallel line calmly, without much ups and downs, and he didn't seem to care: "It seems that brother is really old. gone."
"No wonder Song Yi kid always calls me an old man."
He said it lightly, as if he didn't care at all.
But the apex of Song Yi's heart ached because every single word was smashed.
Holding tightly, it was very uncomfortable.
White hair, 28 years old is really not old.
This can only prove that he has endured too much, worked too hard, and pretends to be idle all day long and doesn't care about anything.
In fact, he knows everything in his heart.
In life, at work, and that depression.
He was almost out of breath.
In the days without her... how did he survive
Song Yi's red lips moved slightly, and she snorted softly: "Tell me, are you secretly hiding my age from me, don't you already be an old man who is getting subsistence allowances?"
She could only make herself more relaxed, otherwise, her eyes would be hot.
Tang Si snorted and grabbed Song Yi's hand: "An old man on subsistence allowances, is he as physically strong and handsome as me?"