Song Yi was momentarily stunned, reacting after two seconds.
The corners of her lips tugged slightly, as the worry and suppressed thoughts disappeared instantly with his one or two casual remarks.
Her voice carried a long-lost hint of laughter, charming and soft: "Si Ye, let me give you some advice."
Tang Si raised an eyebrow, turning and leaning against the corridor, his lips quirking: "Go ahead."
"Next time, lower the camera a bit, shoot from below the waist, send it to me, and then ask me again like that. I'll be even more shy."
Just like last time when she asked him if he could change the color of his underwear, he responded—
["Song Yi, my little darling, you look so pitiful, it makes me want to bully you until you cry…"]
["But I can't bear to."]
His voice, hoarse but playful, continued: "Then I'll reluctantly teach my little sweetheart how to tame me; you can answer me next time."]
