Song Yi watched him walk over, shrank her legs, and leaned towards the sofa.
She gripped the sofa cushion tightly: "Let's have breakfast first, shall we?"
Yesterday, she just wanted to see if he really wasn't responding or just pretending.
Judging by today's stance, he truly had been busy.
Tang Si, however, ignored her words.
He came in front of her, with a smile on his lips, wild and unruly, his peach blossom eyes carrying a hint of suggestive mirth.
The man slightly bent down, reached out to hold her arm, gently pulling her up.
Song Yi felt a slight trembling all over the moment he touched her.
His hand had some calluses which tickled her arm a bit, carrying his warmth.
She stood before him, timidly tugging at her bath towel.
Tang Si stared at her, chuckling lightly, his downturned eyelashes covering the emotions in his eyes.
The low laughter emerged from his chest, resonating in Song Yi's eardrums; the laughter was exceptionally sexy and alluring.
