Chapter 421: Chapter 420: "Throwing Yourself into My Arms

Song Yi ran to the bathroom door, only to find the person inside had disappeared.

It was empty.

She furrowed her brow, turned around, and met the man’s intense gaze directly. His eyes held a hint of amusement, roguish and mischievous.

At this moment, the man had already changed his clothes, with only black hair still dripping water.

Just a simple sitting posture and an intense gaze made Song Yi’s ears burn.

She tightened the shirt in her hand, wondering why she, clearly no longer an inexperienced young girl, was blushing.

Tang Si put down the newspaper in his hand, and the light shone brightly on his face, blurring his expression but highlighting the smirk at the corner of his lips: "Too slow, so I went to the balcony and got the clothes myself."

"...?" Too slow? She clearly rushed to get the clothes, didn’t she?

If you won’t let me see, then you won’t let me see.

Song Yi pouted slightly, thinking what nonsense, coming up with a heap of excuses.

The main thing is, she still fell for it! That’s really annoying.

Song Yi gripped the clothes tightly and walked over to him, raising her hand and throwing the shirt at his face.

"Do you find messing with me fun?"

"No." Tang Si removed the shirt from his face: "I really found the ones outside, so I just went out to get them and put them on."

"How dare I mess with you?"

The man lazily leaned against the sofa, his brows calm yet lazy: "Hmm... I’m a bit tired."

He propped his head up with one hand and looked up at Song Yi, his gaze slightly mystifying: "But, my hair isn’t dry yet."

The light in his pupils carried a deep longing.

Song Yi stood where she was, a faint smile suddenly curling at her lips, sweet and alluring, with a sweetness in her voice: "What? Want me to dry your hair?"

"Mm." Tang Si nodded, his thin lips curving slightly: "Can you?"

His gaze traced her face, all the way down. She wore his white shirt after bathing, with nothing underneath.

His gaze wandered over her leisurely, neither hurried nor rushed.

The lighting became ambiguous and thick due to this gaze, the glow spreading layer by layer, enveloping her completely.

A simple phrase, with a teasing intonation, she could tolerate and endure.

But his gaze seemed to undress a person.

Paired with his deep magnetic voice, it was truly intoxicating, a whisper coated with breathiness, pulling one into a state of desire, making her mind wander to improper thoughts.

It made her entire face flush.

In reality, even if she wasn’t an inexperienced girl, one look from him could make her blush deeply.

To put it another way, Tang Si had that kind of skill.

"Of course not." Song Yi said irritably.

"Well, I’m already out." He gestured with his chin toward the bathroom: "You can use it."

From her angle, the light shone right on Tang Si’s face.

There was a fine sheen of sweat on his face. At first, Song Yi thought it was water droplets from his hair, but there were more and more, increasingly unlike water droplets.

Just fine beads of sweat.

And it wasn’t summer, so it shouldn’t be hot, right?

He just came out of a shower.

Song Yi’s eyes turned as if she wondered... did he really do something in there?

"You..." Song Yi gazed suspiciously at Tang Si, stepping closer to him.

Tang Si’s peach blossom eyes flicked upwards, his jawline suddenly tense, Adam’s apple seemingly rolling nervously as he subtly moved back, as if guarding against her.

It gave the impression of a delicate man about to be teased by a female bully.

This move made Song Yi squint her eyes.

This must be fishy; his actions were way too suspicious.

"Don’t move." Song Yi pointed at him and suddenly lunged at Tang Si: "Let me see you..."

"Tsk." His suppressed groan made Song Yi swallow her words.

Tang Si caught the lunging Song Yi, his hand firmly on her lower back, afraid she’d fall off him and hit the table, causing her to cry.

"See what?" His large hand slid along her lower back, a low lazy chuckle with no hint of trouble: "Do you have to throw yourself at me like that?"

She was engulfed by his presence, his voice alluring and sensual by her ear, his chin resting on her forehead, voice spilling warm breaths, stirring her heart, swirling and entwining.

Every fiber of her being felt like it was tingling with an electrical current, uncontrollably yet willingly surrendering to it, even wanting to sink deeper.

Long and straight legs glistened like jade under the light, his long fingers lightly touched: "What do you want to do, what do you want to see, I can fulfill that."

"Just, you could be gentler, couldn’t you?"

His breathing was slow and deep, and all Song Yi could smell was the scent of body wash mixed with a masculine hormone scent.

That natural, very pleasant smell on him.

He had her sit on his lap, back to him, a large hand wrapping around her waist.

His chin rested on her shoulder, whispering in her ear: "If you want me to hold you, I’ll hold you for a while."

"Afterwards, help your older brother dry his hair and blow it, alright?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

His voice was sensual and magnetic, teasingly charming, sneaking into her ear lightly, warm breath brushing past, making Song Yi tremble lightly.

She found that she truly couldn’t be close to him; he had a soul-ensnaring allure.

From afar, one could still be infatuated but could grittingly suppress it.

Up close, she was entirely powerless against his teasing, especially the timbre of his voice, each word seemingly breathed out, resonating from his chest, that close one could feel the reverberation.

Deeply, it shook her heart.

Each word sent tremors through her whole body.

Song Yi’s toes curled slightly, her breath slowed: "Mm."

"Tang Si."

"Mm?"

Song Yi’s voice quivered lightly, tender and sweet, her water-filled eyes gazing at the man’s handsome face glistening with fine sweat: "Before this, take off your clothes and let me see."

Then, she lowered her gaze, seeing Tang Si’s arm, tight forearm lines, clear veins and vessels, muscles firm and taut, just right.

Even his hands were oozing attraction.

When he held her, he groaned.

It was from pain.

But certainly not the kind of pain from her hitting him.

That sound, unbearable yet suppressed.

It wasn’t anything else; he had to have been injured, and now with him teasing, her mind held none of those thoughts.

Tang Si never cared much about his own body.

But what she cared most about, was his injury.

The man didn’t loosen his grip on her, instead holding her tighter.

Gently humming with laughter, as if mocking her concern.

Song Yi frowned: "Tang Si."

A low voice came from behind her ear: "Baby, if you see my body and remain indifferent, I will be heartbroken."

"If you want to look, you have to be responsible."