Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Captain Tang Strikes Again: "Your Body and Heart Must Belong to Me.

"I..." Song Yi was momentarily speechless, too lazy to argue with Tang Si over this.

Tang Si chuckled, looking at Song Yi, "Where did you go today? Left me locked in the car for so long?"

Song Yi glanced at him, "You could leave on your own, you didn’t leave, even managed to unlock the handcuffs yourself. Had to wait here for me?"

He nodded, "I was afraid you’d be upset if you came back and couldn’t see me."

Song Yi smiled insincerely, "Then tell me, Captain Tang, why have you changed clothes? They’re different from during the day. And where did this laptop come from?"

"Did you really wait here all day for me, never leaving?"

Song Yi: "Could you at least draft it when you brag next time?"

Tang Si touched his nose and laughed softly, "But am I not still here waiting obediently for you?"

His eyes were filled with humor.

At least Song Yi was willing to pay attention to him, rather than give him the cold shoulder.

"Then can you tell me what I need to do for you to be with me?" Tang Si tilted his head and asked.

What to do?

Song Yi lowered her gaze, falling into a brief silence.

She didn’t know what to do either, but for now, she wouldn’t agree.

She definitely wanted to marry Tang Si; she wanted to marry.

But Tang Si must propose, can’t express nothing.

Moreover, he shouldn’t hide things from her; she wants a transparent relationship.

If a task is inconvenient to reveal, she can refrain from asking, not knowing, but she must know he went on a mission and roughly when he’ll return.

Even if something happens to him, she must be the first to know, not the last.

"Depends on your performance."

Tang Si chuckled softly, his voice emerging from his chest, low and quite seductive, "Isn’t my performance pretty good now? You see, you’re still willing to pay attention to me."

"Hungry?" Tang Si changed the topic.

He sat with his legs naturally apart, head tilted looking at Song Yi, his eyebrows carried a gentle smile.

Song Yi looked down at his legs, well-proportioned and encased in black pants. Looking up, she saw those naturally enticing, flirtatious eyes of his.

The graceful arc that lifted, captivating enough to hold one’s gaze indefinitely.

A seriousness tainted with mischief.

Song Yi lightly gulped, indeed, feeling a tad hungry...

Blinded by beauty, she lifted her gaze, blinking slightly, "Hungry."

"Hmm?" Tang Si curved his thin lips in a smile, "What do you want to eat?"

No matter when, he always managed to provoke, and Song Yi calmed her thoughts.

"Anything’s fine." She said indifferently.

After eating, tomorrow she’ll have to investigate today’s happenings. First, find a place to test her own skills, to see where the limit lies.

Tang Si opened the car window then, a cold breeze drifted in causing Song Yi’s fingertips to tremble gently, "Cold."

"Why open the window?"

He smirked, "Wanted to see your gentle shaking, the difference between shaking from cold and fear."

The tone was slow, tail slightly lifted, seemingly joking, always carrying a lazy, faint flavor with a touch of hoarseness.

Though calmly spoken, Song Yi felt each word burned like fire, tickling her ear tips, turning them hot.

She twirled her hair slightly, suddenly feeling the wind wasn’t cold anymore, due to inner restlessness.

Indeed, she couldn’t deceive him.

She lowered her head, her voice very small, "So, is there any difference?"

Tang Si squinted, seeing her head lowered, he reached out, cupping her chin, making their gazes meet.

"What were you afraid of just now?"

He was looking down, eyes tracing from above, chin line fluidly sexy yet clean and sharp, possessing both masculine sensual wildness and calm restraint.

"Could you tell me?"

Song Yi frowned, wanting to say, no.

But her chest felt congested, as if something was blocking it, muffled, unable to speak.

Though it was night, a late autumn night, a sudden restless heat invaded her heart inexplicably.

Maybe because she didn’t want him to know why yet truly couldn’t bear lying to him.

His steady, gradual pressing seemed like hunting his prey, encircling, then making a move.

All of this, he only wanted to know what she experienced outside today.

She bit her lip hard, fingers tightening on her clothes, "If I don’t tell you, are you set to handle me then?"

She was never one to be easily manipulated, yet somehow he always knew her weaknesses.

But as long as there’s even a slim chance to escape, she won’t give up.

Stubbornness, sexy ingrained in her bones.

"Heh..." Unexpectedly, Tang Si smiled lightly, releasing Song Yi.

Then he leisurely slumped against the chair back, fine black hair falling over his brow, eyes half-closed.

He lifted a hand, brushing hair back gently, movements graceful, outlining enticing curves.

And the long, well-articulated hand, boldly invading Song Yi’s sight.

Suddenly he turned his head, eyes opened wide, staring straight at her, silent.

A face vivid before her, eyes hazy with mirth.

Song Yi found her breathing slightly weakening.

"Can you see clearly?" He rasped, "Look at me, seriously look at me."

Cold winds blew her, both chilly and inwardly stuffy. The cold pressed into bones while bones exuded hot restlessness.

This made Song Yi feel inexplicably difficult to endure.

He was as wild as the horizon, boundless, like a deep sea, no bottom, yet able to give a sense of internal stability.

Song Yi truly heard his words, earnestly watching him, as if drawn into that deep sea floor, sinking, consumed.

The man’s Adam’s apple moved, crimson eye-catching thin lips lifted in a faint smile seemingly tinged with something bittersweet, "Am I truly not worthy of your trust?"

Her heart froze, eyes vacant, staring at him dumbfounded.

That sentence, heavy as a thousand pounds, struck her heart, making her muddled with both intense distress and tension.

Directly shattering her thoughts, leaving her mind blank.

Tang Si lowered his gaze, no longer looking at her.

Those thin lips shifted into a gentle curve, seeming to murmur to himself, "I see."

"Understood."

"No, it’s not that." Song Yi came back to her senses, speaking up, "Not like that."

The man suddenly looked up, noticing her somewhat panicked gaze.

The thin lips curved into a perfect arc, charmingly wild sexy, "Don’t worry."

His gaze flirted with humor, "Just a sudden emotion."

He reached out, fingertips lightly brushed her earlobe, teasing out an ambiguous and fiery flavor, "I’ll prove to you, I’m worthy of trust, worthy of that leap."

"Song Yi’s body and soul should belong to me."