Chapter 434: Chapter 432: Recharging by Leaning on the Little Fairy

As Song Yi spoke, she was about to pull him up.

The man, however, took the opportunity to clasp her hand, his palm radiating a scorching warmth.

Song Yi faltered for a moment, her gaze involuntarily turning towards Tang Si.

He had his eyes closed, brows tightly knitted, seemingly in great discomfort, his hand gripping the chair tightly, veins protruding from his arm, as if enduring pain.

The nearby tiny fairy lights flickered on Tang Si’s face, alternately bright and dim.

"Tang Si." Song Yi called his name softly, her voice unconsciously becoming gentle.

"Mm." He responded with his eyes closed, and then, in a heavy, patient tone: "Stay with me for a while."

"Really don’t need to go to the hospital?" Song Yi still worried, knowing this wasn’t something that could be fixed by just staying for a while.

"Just sit with me for a while." The man’s voice was exceptionally heavy in the silent room. He lifted his eyelids and quietly looked at her, then cracked a slight smile: "I don’t want to move right now."

Song Yi frowned, hesitated for a while, eventually obeyed and sat beside Tang Si.

As she sat down, the fragrance of her body, sweet and refreshing, wafted into his nose, only detectable when close.

Once inhaled, it felt comfortable and soothing, calming even the most restless heart.

In the filthy darkness, vibrant and splendid flowers hardly bloom.

Nor would there be a heart unstained by dust.

He practiced a bright profession, yet saw the darkness within more clearly than anyone; good and evil, right and wrong, all at his whim.

When it comes to sin and darkness, he could be that kind of person, dominating in such a world as he wished.

Yet, a god-like man would not accept a life of hiding, like worms in foul mud and dark soil, the arrogance in his bones won’t allow it.

He wouldn’t permit himself to join those who drag him into deep darkness; that would be shameful and pitiful.

Tang Si’s head tilted slightly, lightly resting on Song Yi’s shoulder,

She did not shy away, instead offering a silent indulgence.

He could hear the woman’s gentle breathing, and her heartbeat.

Her warmth and fragrance clung to him, his breaths became increasingly slow.

Song Yi was too sweet, sweet enough to make him further indulge, addicted.

She was also too dazzling, shining brightly, like a little sun.

He knew she wasn’t like this in front of others; only with him would she be vulnerable, act spoiled; every quintessentially womanly side of her was showcased in his presence.

Her presence, wanting to charm everyone, was effortless, always carrying beauty that was eye-catching, breathtaking.

Seeing her once ignites a desire for permanent possession.

Such a woman, wholeheartedly, with eyes full of him, how could he bear to let go.

Many times he wished, for her, he wanted to stand under sunshine.

Listening to his breathing, Song Yi’s eyelashes trembled slightly, she pursed her lips, reached out, gently tapping the back of his head: "Are you really okay?"

"Mm." Tang Si still had his eyes closed, yet feeling astonishingly light-hearted.

He suddenly laughed again, a low chuckle resonating from his chest, deep and stirring: "Why aren’t you letting me strip to check myself this time?"

In his usually lazy tone, there was mischievous teasing.

A little rogue-like and mischievous.

His hand suddenly moved up, gently clasped her waist, mischievously sending shivers down one’s spine: "You know if you keep teasing, you’ll be devoured? Mm?"

His soft chuckling lingered in her ears, his voice intentionally kept low, vibrating with enticing allure.

Song Yi quivered slightly as she glanced, the man’s eyes still closed.

She really wanted to stand up and push this old rascal away right now.

But genuinely feared his wound might reopen while calming his emotions; if she pushed him, it could worsen soon, what should she do then?

Pressing down the emotions surging inside, Song Yi said patiently: "If you provoke me again, I’m leaving."

Why couldn’t he just rest properly without stirring her?

Never learns the lesson.

"I won’t speak anymore."

Tang Si’s hand moved from her waist to the front, firmly clasping her hand.

The woman’s hand was small and slender, he could envelop it with ease.

Not for anything else but genuinely fearing she might slip away from him like this.

"Come home with me later, will you?" he asked, voice exceptionally calm.

Song Yi: "..."

Back home again...

She felt like this old fox was setting traps for her. He sure knows how to seize opportunities.

But glancing at him, it wasn’t an act, she’s seen the wound.

Going back, it’s cold at night, his house empty, not even a dog.

Thinking over, if he goes back like this, she wasn’t entirely reassuring.

Song Yi cleared her throat, decisively said, with an air of righteousness: "After I send you back, I’m leaving."

The man’s brows curved: "Alright, thank you, little President Song."

"Are you ready yet?" Song Yi moved her shoulder slightly, muscles starting to ache: "You’re heavy, my shoulder hurts from leaning."

"Heh..." Tang Si chuckled softly, getting up from her.

"Done."

"Leaning on the little enchantress, charged up."

Suddenly, fatigue no longer felt like fatigue.

Song Yi gazed intently at his brows and eyes, but somehow her gaze fell upon his hair.

She suddenly frowned tightly.

She stood up, looked at the top of his head repeatedly.

Confirming she wasn’t mistaken, a faint bitterness grew in her heart.

"What’s the matter?" Tang Si inquired softly.

Song Yi gently touched the top of his head, her heart tangled with complex bitterness: "Tang Si, you have white hair."

"Really?" Tang Si’s brow raised slightly, his tone somewhat heavy but calm, devoid of turbulence, showing little concern: "Seems like I’m indeed getting old."

"No wonder little Song Yi keeps calling me old man."

He said it lightly, seemingly indifferent.

Yet each word struck painfully in Song Yi’s heart.

Tightly gripping, immensely uncomfortable.

White hair, 28 isn’t really old.

This only proves he’s bearing too much, worrying too much, every day acting carefree but actually indifferent to nothing.

Deep down he understood everything.

In life, in work, and the depression.

Crushing him to the point of suffocation perhaps.

Before she came into his life... how did he endure?

Song Yi’s red lips moved slightly, let out a soft hum: "Honestly, have you been hiding your age from me, are you already an elderly on welfare?"

She could only try to act lighter, otherwise, her eyes grew warm.

Upon hearing, Tang Si let out a chuckle, grabbed Song Yi’s hand: "An elderly on welfare, do any have this kind of stamina and good looks like mine?"