Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 222: I Don’t Even Want to Lift a Finger

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: I Don’t Even Want to Lift a Finger

Before she could react, she was already pinned against the sink.

The cool sensation of the marble touched her back.

Song Yi’s lips moved slightly: "Tang, Tang Si..."

In front of her, she could vaguely make out that the man’s upper body was unclothed, still dripping wet, his hair too, and she didn’t dare to look directly at him.

At this moment, he was pressing her against the sink, leaving her unable to move.

Behind her was a mirror, and Song Yi leaned back a bit, stubbornly avoiding looking down.

"Why do you have the habit of sneaking peeks at your brother’s shower?"

The man’s voice came lazily, with a hint of mischief.

Song Yi’s mind went blank for a moment; she had planned to open the door with a set idea in her head, but for some reason, it suddenly all went blank at this moment.

All that was left was Tang Si’s breath, his words, and her own blushing heartbeats.

"I, accidentally, who knew you’d leave the door open while showering, I’ll wait for you outside." Song Yi said as she tried to leave.

Her heart was pounding hard, as if it were about to burst out of her chest. Tang Si had always been very flirty and desirous, and at this moment, the feeling he gave off was too overwhelming.

Every move he made sent her heart racing.

Seeing her fidget, Tang Si refused to let her go, holding Song Yi by the shoulders and lowering his head to kiss her eyes gently.

His warm breath fanned her face, leaving Song Yi a bit breathless, her mind a complete blank, unsure how to react, just stunned.

"You’re already here, let’s shower together." Tang Si whispered softly into Song Yi’s ear.

...

The living room was silent, with only the sound of running water from the bathroom.

The man’s low, raspy voice came from the bathroom: "Next time, don’t open the door randomly."

Song Yi was still in a daze, uncomprehending: "Huh?"

"If it were bare, you’d be scared out of your wits."

His voice was hoarse, carefree, with a hint of frivolity.

"Ugh!" Song Yi retorted, "Shameless, ow—"

"What?" Tang Si bit her lips, not letting go,

"Nothing." Song Yi conceded.

Only through practice can anything be truly understood.

Outside, a gentle breeze blew.

The man carried her out from inside, all the way to the bedroom, and closed the door.

"Do you mind or not?"

"Hmm."

...

The sunlight trickled into the living room, casting a golden hue on the books lining the shelves.

Near the window stood a towering tree, with birds chirping merrily at its top.

"Hmm—" Suddenly, a sound from the room startled the birds, making them fly away.

He blocked her mouth: "Afraid no one could hear you."

"You bastard."

...

It was unclear how much time had passed before the door to the room opened.

The man emerged wearing a shirt and trousers, the shirt hanging loosely over his body, unbuttoned, with one corner tucked haphazardly into the trousers.

The exposed skin was marked with passionate red marks; she had not held back at all.

Even his hair was a bit messy, and when he raised his hand to smooth it, it only added to his allure.

He looked refreshingly clean, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Before long, he brought some fruit from the kitchen into the room.

Song Yi lay there, the blanket over her, her cheeks still flushed, not wanting to move a finger.

Even when Tang Si came in, she didn’t want to open her eyes.

Initially, she’d thought of going out to watch a movie or stroll around, but now, she didn’t want to move at all.