Song Yi lifted her head along the man's arm and looked at his profile: "Hmm?"
Tang Si pressed her down, leaning toward her.
The warm breath fell on the corner of her lips, filled with a strong masculine scent, voice husky: "I don't care how he treats me."
"But baby, a man coming home exhausted doesn't want to drink with other men."
The words made Song Yi's heart race.
Her ears started burning for some unknown reason, getting hot.
He said, "A man just wants his own woman."
Upon hearing this, Song Yi's heart skipped a beat.
Tang Si, with closed eyes, completely relaxed, buried his head in her neck.
Deeply, slowly, breathing in.
One breath after another, the magnetic, low voice lingered in her ears, making Song Yi's heart leap.
Too seductive, making her blush and her heart race.
It seemed like dependence, a man's coyness.
Song Yi trembled, listening to his breathing, feeling her limbs go soft, flooded with electricity.
