Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 442 - 440: "Will It Hurt?

Song Yi thought for a moment: "Load, shoot, aim."

Tang Si tilted his head slightly upon hearing this: "Why not try taking a shot?"

At that moment, Song Yi’s mind wasn’t on those emotions, and she returned to the main topic.

With heavy brows, she said solemnly, "Aren’t I supposed to hide myself?"

She glanced at Tang Si: "I’m afraid my first shot will hit the bullseye and scare the young girl."

She spoke, her face adorned with a confident and radiant smile.

Tang Si raised an eyebrow, the gun skills as well...

He pondered deeply, her previous identity was indeed quite unfathomable.

He stepped forward, standing by her side: "Give it a try."

Song Yi loaded the magazine, cocked the gun, raised her hand, and aimed.

Then, she glanced sideways at Tang Si.

The look in her eyes seemed to be seeking advice, Tang Si reached out and adjusted Song Yi’s posture.

"Pay attention to your movements, make them standard." His proximity allowed his words to penetrate her ears, sinking in.

Song Yi listened intently.

"Then, view the field ahead, calculate..."

Listening to him explain all these professional details, to be honest, she found it a bit obscure, but in her subconscious mind, these things seemed oddly familiar.

Vaguely, it felt like she already knew.

"All right, shoot," Tang Si took a step back and said.

"Bang—!" As he spoke, the gunshot rang out.

Remarkably, the bullet hit the bullseye directly, without any deviation.

Tang Si squinted, and with a thin smile, he uttered two words: "Beautiful."

Song Yi was holding a small-caliber gun, its recoil small, yet even so, it made her hand go slightly numb.

He held her wrist, and Song Yi put down the gun in her hand.

She let him hold her hand.

He gently massaged it, his voice softened as he asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Just a little." A woman should whine when she needs to.

Tang Si raised his eyes, seeing her hitting the bullseye, and didn’t seem too excited.

Faced with the sudden ability, Song Yi had to say she needed time to accept it.

This newfound skill didn’t bring her happiness but instead added some pressure.

The feelings of the unknown and confusion were quite unsettling.

Tang Si noticed this, and gently tapped the back of her head: "It’s okay, it’s a good thing, at least you can protect yourself."

"Once we find out your identity, no matter what it is, I’ll be here. There’s nothing I can’t accept," Tang Si’s tone was calm but carried a certain comforting power: "And don’t be afraid."

"It’s nothing," Tang Si said: "You’re still you, and knowing these things only proves you’re excellent."

A girl with such strong abilities.

Tang Si’s gaze deepened, wondering what kind of torment one must have endured to become like her.

After suffering so much, and then having her memory erased, only to learn these skills in vain.

What exactly happened during that time?

He couldn’t help but sigh.

Perhaps the truth behind all this was really unbearable and unacceptable, grim and vile.

Maybe the one who erased her memory did everything possible to push her to the forefront, giving her this identity, which, if revealed, might be drenched in blood?

Song Yi pondered: "I’m not afraid of my abilities."

She looked at Tang Si, feeling uncertain: "I’m only afraid my past identity isn’t clean."

Afraid that she might have done many, unspeakable things.

If the investigation reveals it, could she bear the consequences? That’s another matter.

Who knows if it’s good or bad.

"What if it really... isn’t clean?"

She truly felt uneasy, as it was an area she had never ventured into before.

Tang Si sighed slightly: "Don’t say such things."

"Once it’s clear, we’ll know."

He ran his fingers through her hair: "I’ve got your back, don’t be afraid."

As long as something can happen in this world, it can be resolved by human effort.

If an event is man-made, there’s always a solution if one doesn’t work hard enough to find it.

His every word was steady and powerful, full of trustworthiness.

Song Yi nodded.

This atmosphere was too heavy, and she didn’t want such an atmosphere.

"That works too." Song Yi: "With my looks, I won’t fear running into rogues outside."

Tang Si nodded, echoing her words: "That’s very reasonable."

Song Yi was amused by his unconditional agreement.

"Reasonable, my foot, the biggest rogue I’ve ever met is you in my life."

"Is that so?" The man’s voice had a lazy lilt, "Then my efforts weren’t in vain, leaving such a deep mark on you."

...

Song Yi stayed at the shooting range for a while, practicing her shooting.

Also needing to train her stamina.

Since she had these skills, she ought to use them well; whatever she could recall might come in handy someday.

Feeling a bit tired, she decided to call it a day, and Tang Si didn’t cling; he drove her home.

After seeing her home, Tang Si belatedly rubbed his temples.

Hiss...

The most important thing, he forgot to clarify.

He wanted her affection, her affection.

Forget it, Tang Si lightly licked his lips, thinking there would be time in the future.

...

On this day.

Song Yi was awakened by a phone call.

It was a call from Li Wen, she felt around for her phone, still drowsy.

"Get to the point," her tone was impatient.

Returning from the shooting range had left her feeling tired, she just wasn’t physically fit enough.

No matter the skill, it required good stamina to support it.

Being woken from sleep made her extremely irritable.

"What?"

Whatever was said on the other end made the woman’s sleepy eyes abruptly widen.

"I’ll be right there."

...

Hospital.

Wen Mu’s injuries could be considered serious, yet not fatal; in any case, they wouldn’t claim his life.

Song Yi always valued time over money, so she covered Wen Mu’s medical expenses entirely.

She walked straight through the hospital entrance and quickly arrived at his ward.

Opening the door, the scent of disinfectant hit her nose.

Wen Mu sat quietly at the head of the bed, reading a book, his forehead wrapped in gauze, and his leg in a cast.

Upon hearing the door, he lifted his gentle eyes.

Seeing Song Yi, he put down the book in his hand.

His tone was mild and warm, his smile courteous.

"Have a seat."

Song Yi pursed her lips: "How’s the recovery?"

"Not bad," Wen Mu replied, "The doctor said with proper rest and cooperation, it’ll heal quickly."

"That’s good," Song Yi observed him.

Gave him a thorough look, no wonder he looked familiar, seemed like they met long ago.

Song Yi pondered her emotions for a moment.

Looking at Wen Mu, she asked tentatively, "Did you say you met me when I was little?"

If Wen Mu was the one who saved her when she was a child.

Then it was fortunate he was still alive.

Just unsure how to... repay that.

Tang Si and his relationship were quite poor.

——

Goodnight, see you tomorrow.