Chapter 420: Chapter 420: "Throwing Yourself at Me—No Need to Be So Wild, Right?

Song Yi ran to the bathroom door, only to find that the person inside was gone.

It was empty inside.

She frowned, turned around, and directly met the man’s burning gaze, with a hint of a smile, roguish and naughty.

At this moment, the man had already changed his clothes, with only the black hair still dripping water.

Just a simple sitting posture and a heated gaze made Song Yi’s ears burn.

She clutched the shirt in her hand tightly. Clearly, she was no longer an inexperienced young girl, so why was she blushing?

Tang Si put down the newspaper in his hand, the light shining brightly on his face, blurring the expression in his eyes, yet highlighting the mischievous smile at the corner of his lips: "Too slow, so I went to the balcony myself to get the clothes and put them on."

"...?" Too slow? She clearly had rushed to get the clothes, alright?

Not showing it if you won’t, then don’t.

Song Yi pouted slightly, what nonsense, still making up a big pile of excuses and reasons.

The main issue was that she actually fell for it! That’s really stupid.

Song Yi squeezed the clothes in her hands tightly and stepped towards him, raising her hand to throw the shirt violently at his face.

"Do you find messing with me fun?"

"No." Tang Si removed the shirt from his face: "I really saw there were clothes outside, so I just went out to get them and put them on."

"How would I dare fool you?"

The man lazily leaned against the sofa, his eyes nonchalant yet tired: "Hmm... a bit tired."

He propped his head up with one hand, lifting his eyes to look at Song Yi, with a hint of bewitching charm in his gaze: "But, my hair isn’t dry yet."

The light in his pupils carried a certain deep expectation.

Song Yi stood on the spot, suddenly curving her lips into a slight smile, sweet and charming, with a voice as sugary as honey: "What? Want me to dry your hair for you?"

"Hmm." Tang Si nodded, his thin lips slightly curling: "Is that okay?"

His gaze swept over her face, all the way down. She had put on his white shirt after showering, with nothing underneath.

His gaze leisurely and slowly swept over her.

The light turned ambiguous and thick because of this gaze, layers of halos spreading and enveloping her entirely.

Simple words, with a flirtatious ending, she could withstand, she could endure.

But, his gaze seemed capable of stripping a person bare.

Along with his low, magnetic voice, it was incredibly soothing, murmuring with a breathy tone that teased, forcing her to think of everything inappropriate.

It made her entire face heat up.

The fact was, even if she wasn’t an inexperienced young girl, a single look from him could make her blush.

Rather than saying this, one might as well say Tang Si had this ability.

"No way." Song Yi said with mild exasperation.

"Well, I’m already out." He nodded towards the direction of the bathroom: "You can use it now."

From Song Yi’s angle, the light shone right upon Tang Si’s face.

There was a fine sheen of sweat on his face, which she initially thought was drops of water from his hair, but there was more and more, it didn’t look like just water droplets.

It was indeed a fine sweat.

It’s not even summer, it’s not supposed to be hot, right?

He had just come out of the shower.

Song Yi’s eyes rolled around, could it be... he really did something in there?

"You..." Song Yi’s eyes suspiciously fixed on Tang Si, stepping closer to him one step at a time.

Tang Si slightly lifted his alluring eyes, his jawline tightening rapidly, as if his Adam’s apple rolled nervously, his body subtly shifting backwards, as if defending against her.

There was quite a sense of a housewife being harassed by a female bandit.

This move only made Song Yi narrow her eyes.

This certainly means something shady, his move was too bizarre.

"Don’t move." Song Yi pointed at him, suddenly lunging at Tang Si: "Let me see you..."

"Tss." His suppressed grunt made Song Yi swallow the words that followed.

Tang Si caught the lunging Song Yi, his hands tightly pressing against her lower back, afraid she might fall off him and hit the table, which would make her cry.

"See what?" His large hands slid down her lower back, laughing lowly, without a trace of a problem: "You don’t need to be so fierce when throwing yourself into my arms, right?"

Enveloped in his breath, his ambiguous sexy voice echoed in her ears, his chin just nudging her forehead, voice spilling from his throat, with warm breath, stirring her heart, rolling and intertwining.

Every limb and bone seemed to feel tingly currents running through, uncontrollable yet willingly indulging, even wanting to sink deeper.

The warm large hand fell on her abdomen.

The hem of the shirt, due to inertia, had already been lifted.

The slender legs were as smooth as jade under the light, the man’s long fingers gently touching: "What do you want to do, what do you want to see, I can satisfy you."

"Just, can you be a little gentle, huh?"

His breath was of a slow descent, the scent of body wash mixed with male hormones filled Song Yi’s nostrils.

It was that naturally captivating, highly appealing scent that he possessed.

He let her sit on his lap, facing away from him, his large hand wrapping around her waist in circles.

The man’s chin rested on her shoulder, whispering in her ear: "If you want me to hold you, then I’ll hold you for a while."

"Afterwards, help your brother dry his hair and blow it, okay?"

His voice, sexy and magnetic, with a teasing tone, slipped into her ear gently, his warm breath brushed over, and Song Yi slightly trembled.

She realized she really shouldn’t be in close contact with him, his body had a mesmerizing allure.

When far away, she might still be dazed, but she could grit her teeth and resist.

When close, it’s impossible to withstand his teasing, especially with that voice, spoken with a breathy tone, emanating from the chest, close enough that you could sense the resonance.

It was deep, pounding at her heart.

Every word spoken could make one’s whole body tremble.

Song Yi’s toes curled slightly, breathing was slow: "Mm."

"Tang Si."

"Mm?"

Song Yi’s voice quivered lightly, tender and soft, her glistening eyes gazing at the man’s handsome face, coated with fine sweat: "Before that, take off your clothes, let me have a look."

Subsequently, she lowered her gaze, able to see Tang Si’s arm, the firm line of his forearm clearly revealing veins and blood vessels, muscles firm and well-proportioned.

Even his hands exuded an alluring charm.

When he held her, he had grunted softly.

It was from pain.

But not that painful from her throw.

That sound, was hard to endure and stifled.

It wasn’t anything else, he must be hurt, even now he was flirting, she had none of those thoughts in her mind.

Tang Si never paid much attention to his own body.

But she was most concerned about his injury.

The man didn’t let go, instead holding her tighter.

Grinning leisurely, as if mocking her anxiety.

Song Yi frowned: "Tang Si."

The low voice of the man whispered behind her ear: "Baby, if you see my body without any reaction, I’ll be hurt."

"If you want to look, you have to take responsibility, you know."