Chapter 425: Chapter 423: Getting Familiar with How to Be My Little One’s Husband

The ones he bought are quite conservative.

Tang Si estimated, licking his lips and squinting thoughtfully.

Luckily, he didn’t buy any lace or see-through ones; otherwise, he would definitely be beaten up by her now.

Though... he was quite looking forward to the day she would wear lace for him... Tsk, deadly.

Song Yi, unaware of the lewd thoughts in the man’s head, kept a straight face: "You can leave now."

She really didn’t want to stay in the same room with him any longer.

Honestly, it’s easy to daydream.

If her face burned any more, it would get disfigured; it needed to cool down.

Tang Si hummed a laugh, looking at her softly: "Alright, if you don’t like it, remember to tell me, and I won’t buy these styles next time."

"After all, I’ll be spending a lifetime with you, right?"

Tang Si suppressed his eyebrows and pressed his thin lips together, pausing for a second before raising his eyes, filled with a smile and deep affection: "First, get familiar with the process of being my little one’s husband."

After speaking, he lightly raised his eyebrows toward Song Yi and turned to leave.

His retreating figure was free and confident.

Leaving Song Yi standing there.

That sentence stirred her heart, causing ripples and waves, and her heart rate sped up again.

Husband...

That title felt both strange and familiar as she watched Tang Si’s departing figure.

A smile suddenly appeared on her face, spreading sweetly to her heart. Her entire body felt like it was bubbling with sweet little bubbles, this man, like a god, would become her husband, hers.

...

The breakfast Tang Si prepared was not abundant, just ordinary milk and sandwiches.

After changing clothes and washing up, Song Yi came out.

She casually tied her hair into a messy bun, exuding a sort of pure yet lazy beauty.

It must be said, Tang Si’s fashion sense was indeed good.

A khaki turtleneck sweater, and if it got cold, an overcoat with simple yet sophisticated design on the outside, looked very high-end.

The bottom was a pair of black slim-fit pants, made of denim material, meticulously crafted.

It made her straight, slender legs look even better and nicely complemented her soft and charming aura.

Simple pairing, very everyday, very pleasing.

Tang Si lounged in the chair, his gaze fixed on her until she sat in front of him.

The man slowly spoke: "You look good."

Song Yi paused mid-action, this slick-talker really is...

She didn’t want to pay him any mind now.

Though, admittedly, she did look good, she held her sandwich as she ate, head down.

Tang Si just quietly watched her, as if admiring a beautiful painting.

Song Yi noticed his unbroken gaze, squinted her eyes, stopped her actions, and pouted: "What are you looking at?"

"You’re making that sandwich look delicious." He clasped his arms, his peach blossom eyes focused on her sandwich, speaking with a lazy smile: "I want a taste too; let’s see if yours really is that tasty."

"..." What a bunch of nonsensical reasoning.

Song Yi rolled her eyes: "There’s plenty on the table, all from the same package, the taste is the same."

"I just want the one in your hand," the man said unhurriedly, smiling.

Song Yi looked at the half-eaten sandwich in her hand, then at Tang Si.

He was all lazy and slouchy, but dressed neatly, with a serious front.

Smiling in a wild and naughty way, exuding an unserious aura all over.

Song Yi licked her lips and thought for a moment, eventually extending her small hand, handing it to Tang Si.

However, instead of taking it with his hand, Tang Si leaned in slightly, biting into the spot she had just bitten.

Looking into his captivating eyes, dense and heated, Song Yi found it hard to bear. She coughed lightly, turning her head to avoid Tang Si’s gaze.

Her cheeks flushed suddenly.

In the morning light, while the man ate, the movement of his Adam’s apple was alluring and seductive.

"Mmm—" Suddenly, Song Yi felt a warmth on her hand.

She couldn’t help but make a sound, turning back, only to find her fingertip caught in the man’s bite.

The tingling sensation spread through her entire body, leaving her weak.

Song Yi’s heart thumped, her eyes widening instantly as she quickly withdrew her hand: "Are your eyes on the back of your head? You bit my hand."

Tang Si slowly chewed the sandwich in his mouth, his peach blossom eyes lightly lifted, carrying a tempting heat: "No, my eyes are on you, can’t look away."

A soft and slightly trailing lazy tone, even from afar, Song Yi could feel the warmth in the tone.

In the air, it expanded, layer by layer.

Directly soaking, tinting her cheeks red.

Song Yi: "..."

Deadly, deadly!

Seeing Song Yi not speaking, Tang Si spoke again, smiling: "Besides, I wouldn’t call it biting your hand, learned from you to be teasing."

The man tilted his head slightly: "You used to tease me like that, remember?"

Each word he said made Song Yi’s heart tremble.

She slightly lifted her eyes, looking at his slightly mocking smile, an unserious smile.

Feeling a bit stifled for some reason, yet teased into a slight blush, her heart skipping.

Damn it, the best way is to stay away from this troublemaker.

Song Yi still felt her fingertips burning a bit.

She cleared her throat, pretending to be calm: "I’m done eating, got work at the company, I’m leaving first."

"Shall I see you off?"

"No need, Li Wen is picking me up." Song Yi’s tone was indifferent.

As her mind churned, she thought it would be best to leave quickly; any longer, she might really get eaten up and cleaned out.

Tang Si did not insist.

Just nodded: "When do you get off? I can pick you up?"

"We’ll see," Song Yi brushed him off.

"Alright." He didn’t push it, knowing you needed a bit of personal space when pursuing someone.

Seeing he wasn’t pestering, Song Yi’s heart relaxed slightly, thankful he wasn’t insisting on taking her.

She supported herself on the table to stand up, ready to leave.

Her legs suddenly gave way, causing her to wobble and support herself on the table urgently.

"..." Embarrassing.

Seeing she almost fell over, Tang Si got nervous and almost stood up to support her, but relaxed seeing she was steady.

He laughed lowly, raising a hand to tap her brow, affectionate and teasing: "Be careful."

Song Yi inexplicably felt his low laugh was mocking her.

Grinding her teeth, she grabbed her coat and bag and left.

At the door, Tang Si had prepared a pair of casual shoes for her, matching well with her outfit.

Her resentful feeling was somewhat dampened by this pair of shoes.

At least, it proved he had been thoughtful for her.

There were socks too.

The shoes fit well and were comfortable, as were the clothes, fitting inside and out, with no awkwardness.

And Song Yi never told Tang Si her size or dimensions.

How did Tang Si know? Maybe he secretly took note.

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