Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox
Chapter 549 - 547: Baby, Let Me Kiss You—Warmer Than a Scarf
Song Yi finished the call and almost ran outside.
Li Wen was following all along and realized it was because Tang Si had woken up briefly. Since Tang Si’s accident, Song Yi had been calm, and Li Wen hadn’t seen her this emotionally stirred up in a long time.
By the time they reached the hospital, he had fallen asleep again.
The doctor and Bo Shiyin were discussing his condition. After all, Bo Shiyin was also a doctor and could understand exactly what the other doctor was saying.
After the doctor left.
Bo Shiyin looked at Song Yi: "He was awake for less than a minute, didn’t say a word, and then passed out."
Song Yi: "When will he wake again? Does that mean his chances of recovery are higher?"
"What’s his situation now?"
"In his consciousness, he wants to wake up, but his body isn’t there yet." Bo Shiyin licked his lips, "He will definitely wake up again. His willpower is strong."
"But... it’s also possible the toxins in his body are causing pain, prompting him to wake briefly." Bo Shiyin said, "And then the pain became unbearable, making him pass out again."
These words made Song Yi’s heart clench tightly.
After this day, Song Yi stayed at the hospital, copying scriptures and managing affairs next to his bed.
The next day, the doctor mentioned that Tang Si’s condition had improved slightly and that they could choose to transfer him.
Song Yi always felt the hospital wasn’t very safe, so she moved Tang Si to Bo Shiyin’s institute.
There, he had somewhere to stay, medical equipment, and professional doctors.
Previously, they hadn’t brought Tang Si there for treatment due to inadequate facilities, which had now all been upgraded.
"Feel a bit more at ease." Bo Shiyin comforted Song Yi, who had been staring at Tang Si.
"Mm."
...
In the evening, when it was quite cool, Song Yi kept watching him.
Thinking it had been so long since they had slept together, she lowered her eyes, held his hand, and her lips moved slightly: "You’ve been sleeping alone for so long, won’t you wake up?"
After saying this, the entire room fell silent and still.
Song Yi didn’t expect Tang Si to wake up, nor did she expect him to respond in any way.
Under the dim light, the man’s eyelashes fluttered quietly, and he opened his eyes.
His almond-shaped eyes were hazy, like a layer of mist, staring at the woman by the bed.
Song Yi held the man’s hand, feeling only a faint warmth.
Before, his temperature was burning and heart-racing, but now, it seemed like it was becoming cooler.
She gripped tighter, afraid this warmth would slip away from her grasp.
"It hurts..."
Suddenly, a weak voice barely audible reached her ears.
She instantly lifted her head and saw that he was awake.
Song Yi’s lips trembled, her hands shook; she had hoped countless times for him to wake up, and now that he did, it seemed she couldn’t utter a single word.
She just held his hand, sobbing softly, trying not to cry, but unable to hold back.
Unable to suppress it.
All her vulnerability was exposed at this moment.
She had never been self-pitying, never showed her negativity to others, never burdened anyone else.
But in front of him at this moment, she couldn’t help but feel a flood of emotions.
Suddenly feeling wronged for no reason, yet unsure where to begin.
Tang Si looked at her, his fingers brushed her cheek, his voice still very faint.
"Why are you crying?"
Tang Si’s voice was hoarse, very weak, almost more of a breathy whisper: "I really don’t have the strength to hug you right now, don’t cry."
Crying made his heart ache.
"I..." Song Yi struggled to repress her emotions: "I thought you didn’t want me anymore."
"Even when crying, you’re beautiful." Tang Si looked at her, his gaze weary, frail, but filled with deep love: "I can’t bear to be without you."
Song Yi sniffed: "Bastard."
Tang Si smiled slightly: "How long did I sleep?"
Song Yi knew what he was concerned about. She recounted everything and said: "Nothing for you to worry about, others have handled things. You should focus on recovering."
"Ha..." Tang Si: "That’s not what I was asking, you didn’t give me a chance to interrupt."
Song Yi: "Then what is it?"
Tang Si closed his eyes, seeming to regulate his breathing, then said: "I want to know, how many months along is our child?"
"Want to know if during this time, the child’s mother has been doing well?"
"Pretty well." Song Yi held his hand tightly: "I’ll go get the doctor to check you."
Now that he’s awakened, it’s a good time to examine his health.
Tang Si shook his head, gently tugging at her hand, his grip very weak.
Song Yi suddenly laughed.
"What’s funny?"
"It feels magical." Song Yi looked at him: "It’s just, with such little strength, who do you think you can hold back?"
Once a seemingly omnipotent man, now with this little strength, it really is quite magical.
Tang Si blinked his almond eyes lightly: "Are you despising me now?"
"...Big man, what are you pouting for?"
Song Yi: "Why not call the doctor?"
"I want to spend some time with you." Tang Si: "I’m okay."
...
This was the night Song Yi slept most peacefully.
The next morning, Tang Si was in better shape than the night before.
Showing signs of steady improvement.
Bo Shiyin came in to talk with him.
By this point, Tang Si could converse normally.
Bo Shiyin sat down with his notebook, crossed his legs, holding a pen, speaking slowly: "I heard you woke up last night, how does your whole body feel now?"
"Not great." Tang Si said lazily: "I want to move but can’t, want to get up but can’t."
He said: "I feel like a wreck."
He hated this sense of powerlessness.
"Yes, I could crush you right now." Bo Shiyin noted bluntly: "Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"
"Everywhere is uncomfortable." Tang Si replied.
"..." Bo Shiyin pursed his lips, lifted his handsome brows to look at him: "Did your brain get confused, be more specific with your answers."
Tang Si’s lips moved as if to speak.
At this point, Bo Shiyin smirked, interrupting anything Tang Si was about to say: "Friendly reminder, don’t mess around with me, I’m your doctor now, so please describe seriously."
"This concerns your body."
"And whether your long coma has affected your functions, which relates to your future happiness, I hope you can answer properly."
"..." Indeed, quite a big threat.
Tang Si accurately described his discomfort.
Tang Si: "So, will I still be functional?"
Concern.
Bo Shiyin: "Actually, it wasn’t affected much. Once your body recovers, it will naturally return to normal."
"..." Damn.
Clearly, Tang Si got played by Bo Shiyin.
He said with a bit of sarcasm: "Nowadays, doctors really can do whatever they like to patients. Comfort them however they want."
Bo Shiyin: "Do whatever I like? What did I do to you?"
"I advise you to use those four characters with caution. Coming from your mouth, they sound less decent."
Tang Si sneered.
"I have no indecent thoughts about you, I’m afraid you might covet me."
Then asked: "When can I get out of bed and walk?"
It’s typical for these two to joke around.
Bo Shiyin adjusted his glasses: "If you recover well, you can. Exercise properly, take it slowly. You’ve been lying down for quite a while, your limbs have weakened. Currently, your strength is probably less than a 5-year-old child, meaning you might not even beat a 5-year-old."
"So, I advise you to do everything I say without resistance for the time being."
Well done, Tang Si couldn’t take it anymore.
Some people just started getting cocky with their words.
Tang Si: "..."
"Fine."
Bo Shiyin: "I thought after this ordeal, your brain wouldn’t work as well."
He chuckled: "But it seems now you can still vividly describe where you feel unwell, which means your brain wasn’t damaged."
Tang Si: Haha...
"Stop bullying him." Song Yi pushed the door open and came in: "Why pick on the injured?"
"Just routine check-ups, don’t be so protective of him." Bo Shiyin said: "It’s rare that he’s so weak and easy to bully, I have to seize the opportunity."
Song Yi walked in carrying some food.
Bo Shiyin reached out and took the braised chicken leg: "Thanks, enjoy your chat."
"..." Song Yi gently reminded: "What goes around comes around, he’ll have his day to get better, better to take it easy."
Song Yi carefully fed Tang Si.
His beard had grown out, making him look rather rugged.
Yet, inexplicably wild and handsome.
Tang Si looked at her: "I’ve never seen you so gentle before."
She used to be like a little fox, a wild cat, always ready to scratch him.
Now it really felt a bit unfamiliar.
Song Yi suddenly realized Bo Shiyin wasn’t wrong, the bedridden Tang Si indeed tempted bullying.
"Should I be a bit rougher?" Song Yi: "I might choke you."
Tang Si fell silent.
And stopped eating too.
"What’s wrong?"
"I can’t eat," Tang Si said, "Feeling a bit queasy."
After not eating for so long, suddenly having something made his stomach uncomfortable, unadjusted.
"I should’ve made you some porridge," Song Yi said, "There’s some in the kitchen."
As she spoke, she got up to head to the kitchen.
"No need." Tang Si pulled her back: "Really can’t eat anymore."
Song Yi looked at Tang Si and suddenly spoke: "I feel you’re being quite pretentious now."
"And also quite delicate, even effeminate."
Song Yi just wanted to scold him.
His waking up confirmed he really existed.
His antics, his words, his retorts, everything was such a familiar feeling.
Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.
"..." Listening to this, he felt a lump in his throat.
Tang Si found it somewhat amusing: "Sweetheart, I’m a patient, can’t I have a bit more understanding, a bit more love?"
"Aren’t you tired sitting here?" He suddenly asked: "Go get someone to bring a comfortable chair for you."
Lying in bed, yet still caring about others.
Song Yi: "I’m not that delicate."
"Seeing you like this makes my heart ache," Tang Si said: "Or would you come to bed and rest a while?"
"Haven’t hugged you for so long."
Song Yi: "You’re like this, can you behave a bit?"
"I can." Tang Si’s complexion had improved a bit, he said: "Just behaving while sleeping for a bit."
"..."
The main thing was, that quack Bo Shiyin had said those words; although later he said he was joking, Tang Si still felt uneasy, and those words weren’t without merit.
Song Yi ignored him, wouldn’t indulge in his antics.
She quite understood that half of Tang Si’s current state was an act.
Several who rampaged on battlefields found it hard to accept this kind of state.
Tang Si hadn’t really let Song Yi take care of him much, but instead often showed more concern for Song Yi.
She was also pregnant, equally needing care.
Song Yi in a daze, expected the arrival of a new life.
"Tang Si, I think when you have kids, they’ll be spoiled into little tyrants."
With his nature, one really can’t be sure.
Really wanting to see how he’d educate kids, what he’d be like as a father.
"Then let them be little tyrants," Tang Si laughed: "If something happens, I can handle it."
"But they’d have to be reasonable, knowledgeable little tyrants."
Personality is one thing, but their outlook must be right, actions must be proper.
...
During Tang Si’s recovery, many came to visit him, the crime investigation unit, and Song Yi’s parents.
On New Year’s Eve.
Tang Si could walk now, though his movements were a bit slow.
Thanks to his fitness, his recovery was quite speedy, where normal people would take months.
Tang Si mainly had injuries to his head and internal organs, plus some external wounds, leg fractures but not severe.
Walking didn’t have his former unrestricted flair.
"Let’s go out for a walk." Song Yi said: "Want to see the bustling night scene, all in red, it’s beautiful."
Tang Si limped a bit, walking slowly.
"Get a bodyguard to follow us," Tang Si said helplessly: "I really can’t protect you now, it’s New Year, crowded, all sorts of people, could be dangerous."
Song Yi laughed: "No worries, I can protect you."
Tang Si nearly forgot.
Song Yi’s skills almost matched his.
But now she’s pregnant.
Still brought someone along to follow from a distance.
The two walked slowly down the street, dressed warmly, Tang Si didn’t want a cane, using strength to walk.
He disliked relying on anything; if he could avoid it, he absolutely wouldn’t use it.
Song Yi loved this trait, independent but not reckless.
In Tang Si’s world, there seems to never be a thought of relying on something to live.
He always relied on himself, any dependency was frightening.
Except for Song Yi.
"A long time ago I thought about this, but didn’t imagine walking like this." Song Yi said: "I thought we’d walk freely down the street."
She turned her head, smiling at Tang Si: "But you act like an old man now, walking so slowly."
"Indeed slow," Tang Si laughed: "But aren’t you waiting for me? What’s the rush."
He walked slowly, but didn’t let Song Yi support him, instead, Song Yi held onto his arm.
On New Year’s Eve, snow danced, Song Yi wrapped in a thick scarf, covering half her face, only her clear, beautiful fox eyes visible.
At that moment, the winter snow warmed the heart, even the cold wind became gentle.
Snowflakes fluttered, carrying heaven’s pure blessing.
Tang Si paused, looked down at her, and suddenly reached out to pull down her scarf.
"Baby, let Brother Si give you a kiss, warmer than a scarf."
Following the man’s whispered teasing, heat radiated, soft lips met hers.
Neon lights flickered, street lamps brightly lit, as if freezing and thawing the cold air.
The surrounding air mingled with his breath and scent, truly warming.
Her eyes glistened with tears, hand clutching the fabric on his chest, tiptoeing to kiss him back.
Brother Si, when will you marry me and bring me home?