Chapter 423: Chapter 421: Can’t Tease Anymore, or Else...

"Tang Si." Song Yi reached out, prying open his hand that was wrapped around her waist, got up from him, and stared at him. Her bright and radiant face showed no emotion, her eyebrows and eyes were clear and elegant: "Take it off."

Her tone was cold and indifferent, yet left no room for argument.

If Tang Si didn’t take off that shirt today, she would definitely get angry.

Tang Si’s eyes were deep, watching her for a while, he pursed his thin lips and let out a gentle sigh.

There was an indescribable helplessness in his eyes, but in the end, he nodded lightly. If she wanted to see, then let her see.

Fine, he could be transparent to her, satisfying her every request.

The man’s fingers were distinct and methodical, he lowered his head unhurriedly, using his long, slender, and attractive fingertips to unbutton his shirt.

His tall stature, the graceful line of his back, his actions were leisurely, unbuttoning one by one.

Song Yi frowned as she watched him. The way he unbuttoned was full of charm, his whole demeanor exuded elegance.

A downright seducer!

As his actions moved further down.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, vaguely able to see the bandage wrapped around his chest.

The white gauze was stained with some blood, indicating that the wound was not shallow. Tang Si looked up as if he had expected it, seeing Song Yi’s change of expression.

His button unfastening suddenly stopped, his tone calm: "Is it enough? I don’t need to take off more, right?"

Clearly, the one injured was him, yet he behaved like nothing had happened, a lazy smile still hanging on his face.

Song Yi walked over and sat beside him, her voice much hoarser: "Did you go to the hospital?"

"This little injury doesn’t require a hospital visit." He spoke in a nonchalant manner, as if the wound was nothing out of the ordinary, not worth caring about.

If he could handle it at home, there was no need to go to the hospital.

Besides, if he went to the hospital, the doctors would ask how he got injured, leading to complications and possibly getting the police involved. So, as long as it wasn’t life-threatening and he could handle it himself, Tang Si generally wouldn’t go to the hospital.

Listening to these words, Song Yi felt something choke her heart, filled with a dull, persistent pain. How could he speak so lightly?

"Did I just hurt you?" Now, she regretted her earlier actions deeply.

No wonder he had let out a muffled hum, it must have hurt a lot.

Tang Si’s peach-blossom eyes were exceptionally clear as he looked at Song Yi, reaching out to pinch her tender white cheek with a playful drawl: "You weigh so little, not even two ounces of flesh, how could you hurt me?"

Song Yi removed his hand, trying hard to calm her emotions, her nose tingling: "Don’t always pinch my face, it’ll make it chubby and not look good."

Hearing this, Tang Si laughed lowly, the laughter coming from his chest, resonant, and tugging at one’s heartstrings.

"Alright, I won’t pinch anymore." Tang Si’s voice and tone remained lazy, plain, consistently on a parallel line, making it hard for anyone to detect any issue.

Inside, Song Yi was truly worried.

Seeing his unconcerned demeanor, she still worried, as Tang Si always bore everything on his own.

"So, can you dry my hair now?" His voice this time carried a hint of fatigue, his eyes deep: "I’m really a bit tired, I want to sleep."

Song Yi reluctantly pursed her lips, finally getting up to fetch a clean dry towel.

Tang Si sat there, watching as Song Yi came over with the towel, he stood up.

Song Yi looked at him with some suspicion, not knowing why he suddenly stood up.

He straightened his tall and leisurely figure, lightly beckoned to Song Yi, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

She held the towel in her hand and slowly walked over.

As she approached, the man’s palm pressed on her shoulder, making her sit on the sofa.

Song Yi plopped down on the soft sofa, a little puzzled, looking up at Tang Si.

The next second, the man leaned down towards her with a strong, possessive aura, startling Song Yi into shrinking back slightly.

The man’s lips curled up, his smile deepening, his large hand landing on her leg, calloused and tingling, making Song Yi tremble all over.

Her heartbeat and some kind of emotion surged intensely inside.

She couldn’t help but grip the towel tightly, her breathing slowing significantly.

Just as Song Yi was about to speak to stop his actions, Tang Si chuckled lightly and moved her legs apart.

Song Yi drew them back together, her cheeks slightly red: "What are you doing?"

Tang Si wore an innocent expression, but there was a faint hint of mischief in his eyes: "I’m sitting on the floor, you need to make space, otherwise how will you dry my hair?"

"...." Damn.

Seeing Song Yi’s somewhat unspeakable expression, Tang Si tilted his head and smiled faintly: "You won’t go back on your word, will you?"

"If I don’t sit on the floor, you can’t reach my head to dry it."

"...." Thinking it over, it seemed indeed to be the case, but it was too embarrassing, wasn’t it?

Song Yi pursed her lips and thought more clearly.

She couldn’t show weakness in front of Tang Si.

If she showed weakness, this man would definitely take advantage, Song Yi relaxed with determination, her smiling face full of stubbornness.

"Fine."

Song Yi’s legs were beautifully shaped, fair, slender, and tender, and she wore a shirt without any constraint.

She just looked up at Tang Si: "Turn around."

Tang Si chuckled softly, the roguish light in his eyes completely unmasked, obediently turning around.

Song Yi lightly pressed her lips, slightly opened them: "Sit down."

This time, Tang Si didn’t say anything, quietly sitting down, but as he sat, he propped his hands on her legs.

Her legs weren’t opened wide enough, so he spread them further on his own, then contentedly sat on the floor.

His hands seemed to carry a scorching temperature, making Song Yi’s heart startle, involuntarily tightening her legs.

"Tsk." Tang Si held her and laughed lightly yet mischievously: "You’re supposed to dry my hair, don’t move around."

Under the light, her legs appeared as smooth and lustrous as jade, extraordinarily attractive.

Tang Si lowered his eyes, swallowing hard. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Deep within, his heart sank and sank again, resting a hand on his forehead in slight helplessness, realizing that shortly, he might need to take another shower.

Song Yi blushed, drying his hair.

She swore, it was the first time she’d dried someone else’s hair, and it was so inexplicably embarrassing.

She perfunctorily dried it with two swipes, taking a breath and saying: "Alright."

Tang Si’s hands had never left her legs, Song Yi’s face remained flushed throughout.

Tang Si’s presence was too strong, unlike a woman’s — mostly cold and stark — he was scorching and intense.

Upon hearing Song Yi’s words, he laughed softly: "Just so perfunctory? Alright then."

He slowly stood up, looking down at her, the depth in his eye sockets made one want to drown in them.

In the orange-yellow light spots of the room.

Her face seemed to be stained with peach blush, her fox-like eyes moist and misty, the corners reddened.

This look was ridiculously enticing.

The ambiguous atmosphere was intense.

Tang Si’s breath hitched, his chest rose and fell a bit faster. He thought to himself, he shouldn’t tease her anymore, nor should he continue to gaze at her.

At this point, he truly couldn’t hold back anymore.

His large hands gently tousled Song Yi’s hair, his brows and eyes soft, mixed with a bit of desire, his voice hoarse and tense: "Goodnight, have sweet dreams."