Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 353: Unable to Resist Leaning Toward Her

She took a good look at the man in front of her, who had a delicate face with a faint smile always lingering on his lips.

His face became clear in Song Nuan’s terrified blur.

"Brother Jingsheng?" Song Nuan’s voice trembled.

Fu Jingsheng pulled her up from the ground: "What’s wrong?"

"Just... scared."

Song Nuan lowered her eyes: "I... just went to the bathroom and felt like someone was watching me."

"Is that so?" Fu Jingsheng glanced inside the bathroom with his deep eyes, squinting. The bathroom was brightly lit, the cold wind howling through, making the chandelier at the door swing and the reflected shadows also moving on the bathroom walls.

Other than that, he didn’t find anything unusual.

He raised his hand, gently pressed Song Nuan’s shoulder, and pointed at the light: "See that, maybe it’s just the shadows, nothing else."

Song Nuan stared unblinkingly for a while before she finally nodded.

Perhaps it really was the shadows.

Fu Jingsheng saw she still seemed a bit absent-minded and spoke in a mild tone: "Besides, little Nuannuan is so good-looking, it’s normal for someone to stare."

Song Nuan, who was initially shocked, felt slightly less tense upon seeing Fu Jingsheng.

"When did you come back?"

"Last night," Fu Jingsheng said, "Came back, rested for a night, then came to find you after finishing work today. Your birthday’s coming up. How about I celebrate it with you?"

Hearing this, Song Nuan smiled: "Sure."

It had been a long time since they’d met. Before, her sister always wouldn’t let her play with Fu Jingsheng, thinking he would lead her astray.

But she felt that Brother Jingsheng was a very, very good person.

...

Fu Jingsheng brought Song Nuan back home.

At home, they had a meal, but the process wasn’t entirely harmonious.

Song Nuan sat next to Fu Jingsheng, while Song Yi sat beside Tang Si, and coincidentally, Fu Jingsheng and Tang Si were sitting directly across from each other.

"Captain Tang, let’s drink till we drop tonight." Fu Jingsheng lifted his glass: "Whoever doesn’t drink is a damn dog..."

As soon as he said this, not finishing the second half of the sentence, there came a bark from under the table: "Woof woof—"

What about dogs? Does he discriminate against dogs?

The bark sounded fierce.

Fu Jingsheng: "...."

His lips twitched slightly, oh well, a good person doesn’t bicker with a dog.

Mainly because if it really came down to it, he couldn’t outbite the dog.

He naturally turned his words: "Whoever doesn’t drink is a damn pig!"

The dog happily wagged its tail and ran away.

Fu Jingsheng gritted his teeth, deciding to research how to make dog meat tastier another day.

Tang Si leisurely poured himself a drink, looked at Fu Jingsheng, and said calmly: "Don’t even think about going after Haha."

He lifted his glass, the light reflecting dazzlingly in his peach blossom eyes, his smile deep and shallow: "I’ll drink with you."

In one sentence, he saw through Fu Jingsheng’s thoughts.

It just made people feel that dealing with someone like Tang Si was terrifying, as if there were no secrets left to hide.

His psychological insight was too thorough.

Fu Jingsheng snorted lightly.

Tang Si certainly couldn’t outdrink him; after all, his tolerance was famously good.

A couple of hours later.

Fu Jingsheng, terribly drunk: "Drink, drink! Brother Si, drink!"

He wobbled to his feet, holding his glass: "Brother Si, tonight we drink till we drop."

His face was flushed from the alcohol, and Song Nuan tugged at his sleeve: "Brother, you’re drunk."

"I’m not drunk!" Fu Jingsheng pulled his hand back, still trying to toast with Tang Si.

Song Nuan frowned slightly, slowly getting to her feet.

Under the watchful eyes of Song Yi and Tang Si, she stood on the chair.

In the next second, she raised a hand and struck at the back of Fu Jingsheng’s neck.

As Fu Jingsheng held up his glass, he felt his vision go black.

In his ears was the soft, delicate voice of the girl: "Brother, you’re so noisy, take a break. If you keep drinking, I won’t finish my homework."

"..."

Ultimately, Fu Jingsheng was helped to the guest room to sleep, while Song Nuan went to the study to work on her homework.

In no time, only Song Yi and Tang Si were left.

Song Yi pulled at Tang Si’s hand, her gaze landing on his face, observing his expression: "Are you okay?"

Having drunk so much, the other one was a drunken mess, and yet he still looked untouched.

Could he really drink, or was he just not showing it?

Tang Si raised his eyebrows slightly with a faint smile: "I’m alright."

The light was over his head, seemingly wrapping a layer of thin gauze around his entire person, his voice magnetic, slightly hoarse and carrying some boozy tone.

The lazy and roguish vibe overshadowed the whole atmosphere.

The man glanced at her, then chuckled to himself.

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, got up to clear the dishes on the table, speaking as he did: "Sweetheart, why do I feel like your expression looks a bit disappointed?"

Song Yi frowned, watching his hands tidy up the dishes, following his long fingers up to his face: "What am I disappointed about?"

Tang Si held the dishes in one hand, looking down at her from above, with Song Yi sitting down, which made her face appear even more petite, her eyes slightly raised, bright and charming.

He suddenly leaned down, unable to control himself, his other hand bracing on the table as he leaned towards the girl.

The man’s tall figure loomed over, blocking the light, fully enveloping Song Yi in shadow, the male scent with a hint of liquor overwhelmingly encasing her. She leaned back until her back pressed against the chair: "What?"

His brows and eyes were tinged with laughter: "I shouldn’t have just said ’alright,’ I should have said ’great,’ right?"

This tone was soft, with a breathy quality, the ending deliberately raised a bit, stretched and tempered, carrying a hint of mischief.

Intentionally teasing her.

Due to Song Yi’s previous retreat and her naturally delicate frame, she inadvertently left one-third of space in front of the chair, providing Tang Si with an opportunity.

He kneeled with one knee on that third of space.

Looking at Song Yi up close.

Song Yi was flushed, her cheeks and ears burning, blinking at Tang Si: "What are you doing?"

Tang Si pursed his lips, slightly frowning, staring at Song Yi for a while.

After a long moment, he placed the dishes back on the table: "Doing."

Then, his large hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer.

Song Yi feebly pushed his shoulder, spooked by him but also turned weak from his tease, her pushing not strong: "Nuannuan hasn’t gone to bed yet."

This was somewhere between resisting and yielding.

Who can resist that?

"It’s none of my business." Tang Si was unconcerned, his lips pressing against her mouth corner: "I originally planned to tidy the table first."

His voice was imbued with an alluring charm, holding her chin: "But now I feel... my little beauty needs tidying more."

The sky outside was pitch-black.

Song Nuan yawned as she left the study, intending to get some water, just in time to see Tang Si carrying Song Yi into the bedroom.

"Bang—" The door closed with a kick from Tang Si.

Song Nuan blinked, cocked her head, looking at the door in confusion.

Could it be that the one drunk should have been her brother-in-law? Why was her sister carried inside instead? Surely, she didn’t have blind eyes, right?

...

Meanwhile.

The night was so dark, the illuminated areas also shrouded in mist.

The black fog of the night blurred human vision.

Under the streetlight of a certain villa, a girl’s panting breaths were heavy, her figure darting quickly through the night, stumbling occasionally, with a sobbing tone, enveloped tightly by a dark haze, as if some ferocious ghostly claw was lunging at her!

"Help, help..."