Being His Little Fox

With one hand in his pocket, he beckoned at Song Yi, "Come over and have a try?"

The man's tone was softly coaxing, yet very gentle.

She listened, swaying in place, watching the man standing not far from her.

"I'm not coming, you don't even love me." She pouted, and she looked aggrieved.

"..."

"You are a man, you have chests, and you are bigger than me, oh oh oh..." Song Yi squatted on his body crying, small, in the deep night .

Weeping and crying, a pair of straight long legs appeared in front of her eyes. She raised her head with a sob, tears in her eyes: "What is your expression?"

"Don't believe your **** are bigger than me?"

"..." That is indeed not believed.

He does not speak.

Song Yi lifted his hand and directly held Tang Si's wrist.

Tang Si's eyes drooped and he looked at the girl squatting on the ground. She was wearing training clothes. The clothes obviously wrapped her body in a big way. Her petite and gentle appearance was a little bit more clear than a girl. Points soft and charming.

She is beautiful and dazzling, so beautiful that any clothes can show her own different beauty.

Song Yi grabbed his wrist and climbed up, tilting his head and leaning against Tang Si's arm.

"If you don't believe it, touch it?" she said, pulling Tang Si's hand up.

Tang Si felt her whole body attached, and the girl's body was soft with a unique fragrance.

His eyes were as deep as the black sea, deep and mysterious, and it was incomprehensible.

When Song Yi pulled his hand up, he pulled away his hand instantly.

After two steps back, Song Yi tilted his head and looked at Tang Si, eyebrows crooked with a smile, beautiful and feminine.

She fully demonstrated her nature and strengths.

In an unrestrained and unrestrained attempt to overcome the rigidity with softness, the wind blew gently at this time, covering her with a soft breath, and the wind brought a touch of sweetness.

Blowing the branches slowly swaying and swaying, with her deep ambiguity and hints.

The look of the man was hidden in the night, taken away by the wind, without a trace.

She took two steps: "Can you touch it?"

She is coquettish, her eyes are full of flattery, a little drunk, and the corners of her eyes are red, which is a bit pitiful.

The hand grabbed his wrist again.

"Song Yi, really don't provoke me." His voice was in the night with a high-level sense of restraint.

She stared at his thick as ink eyes in a daze, her heartbeat missed a beat, those eyes were calm, and he seemed to stand indifferently in the clear pond.

The more calm and reserved, the more attractive she is.

She whispered softly: "What's wrong? You still murder me."

"Eh eh eh -" Song Yi felt like he was spinning, and was instantly resisted by the man on his shoulder.

She has weak bones and slim shape, and the whole person is very thin, but there is no shortage of meat, unlike what she said.

Tang Si can hold two of her with one hand.

In the night, the man carried the drunk woman and walked away from the back garden.

Passing by the dark grass, a sudden gust of wind blows, with a whistling cold wind, pours into the nose, as if it smells of blood.

The man's footsteps passed by the grass, and when he left, a pool of blood stains quietly flowed out of the dark grass...It smelled strangely and coldly.

......

Song Yi was resisted all the way to his room, and then he threw the whole person on the sofa——

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