Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 574: Chapter 572: Tang Si Climbs Through the Window to See His Wife

Tang Si paused slightly with the barbecue in his hand.

Song Yi was holding a skewer, just about to eat.

We stood at the doorway, watching them, they both froze, all four of us motionless.

One second, two seconds—

Song Yi stuffed the barbecue into Tang Si’s mouth: "I already said I can’t eat these, don’t you understand? You insist on buying them, making me crave them, so you eat them yourself."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Tang Si was choked by the sudden action.

Song Yi immediately went to pat his back: "Are you okay?"

Tang Si waved his hand: "You’re getting more skilled at dodging responsibility."

"..."

Father Song and Song’s mother glared at Song Yi.

Song Yi chuckled and shrugged: "Really didn’t eat, it’s because he didn’t have dinner after getting off work, so I bought these."

"Come, Tang Si, come here, let mom talk to you." Song Yi’s mother pulled Tang Si to sit on the sofa.

Tang Si could only smile and follow, sitting opposite, obediently accepting the lecture.

The scene was somewhat amusing, a grown man being scolded like a child.

"I know you like Yi Yi, but during pregnancy, you can’t indulge her, she’s a bit young and naive, but you shouldn’t be naive."

"During pregnancy, you must pay attention to the body and take good care of it, otherwise, you might leave health issues and regret it when you’re older."

"Got it, Mom." Tang Si’s attitude was very respectful: "I’ll remember the lesson, and I will take care of her."

He looked up and glanced at Song Yi, his eyes asking for help.

Song Yi, without any guilt, smiled sweetly, and Tang Si covered his face with his palm.

Oh, the sins.

Usually, he’s the one doing the scolding.

Now, for Song Yi’s sake, he’s being nagged every day.

"Okay, go and help your dad slaughter the old hen, we’ll stew it for soup tomorrow."

Song’s mother: "Tonight your dad and I are staying here, tomorrow I’ll make some soup for Yi Yi."

"Originally, we thought of asking you to come home, but it’s too much trouble for you two, and since your dad and I are on vacation at home with nothing to do, we decided to come over."

"Also, have you two started sleeping in separate rooms? Couples shouldn’t sleep together during pregnancy, it’s not good for the child."

"You two youngsters need to listen to the advice of those who’ve been through this."

"Uh..." Tang Si pursed his lips: "It’s to avoid sleeping unrestrainedly and pressing against her, so we’ve separated beds, but the rooms are still the same."

Song’s mother: "That’s not good, you two are overly attached, sleeping in one room might lead to sharing the same bed."

"..."

"Mom." Song Yi called her: "You don’t need to worry about this."

"That’s not acceptable, you must sleep separately."

Song’s mother’s stance was firm.

Tang Si: "Alright, I’ll move to the guest room tonight, just listen to our mom."

"Dad, I’ll go boil water, take a break, I can handle the chicken on my own."

Father Song raised an eyebrow: "Oh, I didn’t expect you could handle this?"

"I can." Tang Si smiled: "I used to work as a neighborhood cop for a while, sometimes helping folks slaughter chickens."

Neighborhood cops generally handle household matters among neighbors.

He didn’t start high and rise higher, wherever he went, he worked his way up from the bottom.

...

In the end, Father Song still went to help Tang Si.

Song Yi sat in the living room eating an apple.

Leaning lazily on the sofa, she had gained some weight, but didn’t look fat.

Song’s mother patted Song Yi’s leg: "Don’t think for a second that dodging responsibility means I don’t know, your husband is bearing it for you while you’re enjoying the show, huh?"

Song Yi embraced her arm, her tone sweet: "Mom~"

"I haven’t had it for so long, just wanted to taste a bit, eating a little doesn’t matter."

"A little doesn’t matter? There’s a first time, there’ll be a second time, you must avoid it."

"I’m giving him a lesson for your health." Song’s mother: "If you don’t watch out during pregnancy, you’ll regret it when you’re old."

"I know." Song Yi’s ears were nearly growing calluses from hearing it.

"Have you felt any discomfort with your belly?"

"It’s okay, just sore waists and aching back." Song Yi sighed: "Even walking is quite tiring."

In two months, it’ll be the due date, and by then the belly will be even bigger.

Just thinking about it gives Song Yi a headache.

"Mom, can I see your belly?"

"?"

"I want to see if there are any stretch marks." Song Yi said.

"Taking care of it, they won’t be apparent." Song’s mother rubbed Song Yi’s face: "It’s not like back when I was young, now with advanced technology, if you’re careful, you won’t have them."

"Are you worried Tang Si might dislike you?" Song’s mother: "If he dares, I’ll break his leg."

"No." Song Yi looked at her mother: "He’s too busy loving me."

"I just think they’re ugly."

...

In the evening, they prepared a room for the parents, and they also slept separately.

Song Yi felt her reliance on him was becoming critical.

Previously, they didn’t sleep in the same bed, but he was nearby.

Not hearing his breathing, not feeling him there, always left an emptiness inside.

Song Yi turned over.

She had seen many news stories and watched many TV shows, where if the husband was a police officer, he would always be home late and often on duty.

Often on business trips, leaving to catch people.

Leading to broken home relations, growing distant.

Thinking about it, Tang Si seemed to be busier than those policemen in TV shows.

But he always found time to come home, when they dated, they spent more time together than apart, but he always made sure to check on her.

Song Yi understood that when busy, it’s truly hard to get away, because when she was busy at work sometimes, she had no time for anything else.

"Ding—"

Her phone rang suddenly, a message on WeChat came.

Husband: [Are you asleep?]

Song Yi: [Not yet.]

Husband: [Open the window.]

"!!!"

Song Yi immediately sat up in bed, turned to see, and sure enough, the man was outside the window.

She threw off the blanket and went over to open the window door, whispering: "What are you doing in the middle of the night, climbing on windows? Can’t you use the door?"

Tang Si: "Our folks are in the living room watching dramas."

"Come in quickly."

Song Yi was truly afraid he might fall.

Tang Si easily flipped in: "Are you worried about me, what was that child? Didn’t I often do this kind of thing?"

"I’ve climbed up to the 18th, even the 28th, and this is just the second floor."

Even if he fell, he wouldn’t die.

His tone was very indifferent, as if discussing someone else’s story.

Not even paying much attention.

"Even so, not at home." Song Yi: "You’re not allowed to do dangerous things at home."

Tang Si flipped in and sat on the sofa, casually pulling Song Yi to sit on his lap.

His eyes dyed with a smile: "Did you worry you wouldn’t sleep well tonight by yourself, so I came to keep you company?"

Song Yi gave him a thumbs-up: "Husband, master of window climbing."

"Easy peasy." He leaned closer to Song Yi, his breath close, each word seemed to ignite a teasing spark: "To see you, anything goes."

Song Yi shrugged her shoulders, the warmth swept over.

His words, scorching the mind.

In the dim light, it seemed to illuminate a deep affection.

He deliberately bit her earlobe: "Aren’t you missing your husband?"

Song Yi blushed like a peach.

The corners of her eyes carried a hint of red.

It’s been a long time since she felt like a girl newly in love.

The man mischievously smiled: "Not teasing you."

"Hungry?"

Somehow Tang Si pulled out a skewer.

Song Yi’s eyes instantly lit up: "I thought you finished it already, but you saved some for me."

She hooked her arms around Tang Si’s neck, her slender legs swaying, eager: "Want to eat, want to eat."

At this moment, the woman was lively and bright, her eyes curved.

She seemed to be wrapped in the gentle spring, like a sweet breeze brushing against him.

Tang Si chuckled softly: "Little charmer."

"Give me a kiss, then I’ll let you eat."

Song Yi, without a second thought, gave his thin lips a smacking kiss: "Okay."

"No sincerity," Tang Si said, "Very perfunctory."

His tone was lazy, casually picking fault.

Song Yi licked her lips, her soft and charming eyes filled with spring light: "I think, if I were sincere, you wouldn’t be able to handle it."

"Next, you’ll say I’m torturing you again."

"I don’t want to take the blame."

This excuse, this reason, was really brilliant.

Tang Si always knows himself very well and can control himself, but when he meets Song Yi, his self-control just vanishes.

Her gaze was soft, hooking that heart-corroding emotion: "I want."

Tang Si’s breathing suddenly became heavier.

"Want?" He touched her lips with his other hand, his eyes full of desire: "Want what?"

Looking at her, his gaze seemed to drown.

She stared into his eyes, as if she could be drawn in, drown with him.

Song Yi’s slender, upturned eyes carried a lazy and seductive expression.

Even if she did nothing, said nothing, this impactful beauty was nothing less than a seduction.

"Want to eat."

Tang Si lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, his voice lazy and hoarse: "Eat what?"

He said, "Answer properly."

Every word he spoke seemed to be enchanted.

Song Yi’s heart pounded violently.

She buried her head into Tang Si’s embrace, and when she looked up, her eyes were bright and dazed.

"Barbecue."

That little tone, pitiful yet with an indescribable charm.

It hooked his heart into unrest.

The man always had a naturally ascetic aura, but now Song Yi felt that something scorching was invading her shell with force.

Making every cell and nerve in her body become restless and uneasy.

The night seemed to be covered with a thin veil.

Facing the man’s mature and skillful teasing tactics, Song Yi seemed a bit too immature.

But the most aggravating part was, the person in front, all these tactics were practiced on her, so why did she have no room to resist at all?

Damn it.

Though the girl was pregnant, she was still slender, as Tang Si held her, it felt like no weight at all.

Her skin was very fair, thin as if soaked in rouge, generally rosy.

"Can’t handle a tease, huh," Tang Si chuckled, handing her the barbecue: "Eat."

This couldn’t be teased any further.

Otherwise, he’d be the unlucky one.

Song Yi raised an eyebrow: "You’re just bad."

Just watch.

Her brows were delicate, and as she took the barbecue, she turned away from Tang Si’s embrace.

Tang Si pointed to his chin, looking at Song Yi: "You’ve been eating nothing but supplements lately, how come you haven’t gained any weight?"

"Not easy to gain weight," Song Yi sat at the edge of the bed: "The barbecue you ordered has arrived, you can go to bed now."

"If Dad and Mom come in and find you, you’ll be in for a scolding."

Tang Si chuckled: "We’re legally married, why does it feel like we’re sneaking around like kids having a secret romance?"

"Hurry up and leave."

"Not leaving." Tang Si stood up, slowly taking off his jacket.

Song Yi sat back a little: "What are you doing? If you try anything, I’ll scream."

Tang Si tilted his head, giving a mischievous and wicked smile: "Why would I try anything with my own wife?"

"Go ahead and scream," he said nonchalantly, "if you really want Mom and Dad to misunderstand what we’re doing upstairs."

Song Yi: "..."

"I think I’ve been too lenient with you,"

Song Yi: "...?"

"The doctor said it’s okay in moderation." Tang Si tilted his head, threw his jacket onto the sofa, and walked over: "But I haven’t touched you, have I?"

Song Yi didn’t know what this man in front of her was going to do, just nodding her head.

"Then now—"

Tang Si let out a humored laugh: "You little tease."

"A kiss, and I’ll let you eat."

Song Yi, without a second thought, gave his thin lips a smacking kiss: "Okay."

"No sincerity," Tang Si said, "Very perfunctory."

His tone was lazy, casually picking fault.

Song Yi licked her lips, her soft and charming eyes filled with spring light: "I think, if I were sincere, you wouldn’t be able to handle it."

"Next, you’ll say I’m torturing you again."

"I don’t want to take the blame."

This excuse, this reason, was really brilliant.

Tang Si always knows himself very well and can control himself, but when he meets Song Yi, his self-control just vanishes.

Her gaze was soft, hooking that heart-corroding emotion: "I want."

Tang Si’s breathing suddenly became heavier.

"Want?" He touched her lips with his other hand, his eyes full of desire: "Want what?"

Looking at her, his gaze seemed to drown.

She stared into his eyes, as if she could be drawn in, drown with him.

Song Yi’s slender, upturned eyes carried a lazy and seductive expression.

Even if she did nothing, said nothing, this impactful beauty was nothing less than a seduction.

"Want to eat."

Tang Si lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, his voice lazy and hoarse: "Eat what?"

He said, "Answer properly."

Every word he spoke seemed to be enchanted.

Song Yi’s heart pounded violently.

She buried her head into Tang Si’s embrace, and when she looked up, her eyes were bright and dazed.

"Barbecue."

That little tone, pitiful yet with an indescribable charm.

It hooked his heart into unrest.

The man always had a naturally ascetic aura, but now Song Yi felt that something scorching was invading her shell with force.

Making every cell and nerve in her body become restless and uneasy.

The night seemed to be covered with a thin veil.

Facing the man’s mature and skillful teasing tactics, Song Yi seemed a bit too immature.

But the most aggravating part was, the person in front, all these tactics were practiced on her, so why did she have no room to resist at all?

Damn it.

Though the girl was pregnant, she was still slender, as Tang Si held her, it felt like no weight at all.

Her skin was very fair, thin as if soaked in rouge, generally rosy.

"Can’t handle a tease, huh," Tang Si chuckled, handing her the barbecue: "Eat."

This couldn’t be teased any further.

Otherwise, he’d be the unlucky one.

Song Yi raised an eyebrow: "You’re just bad."

Just watch.

Her brows were delicate, and as she took the barbecue, she turned away from Tang Si’s embrace.

Tang Si pointed to his chin, looking at Song Yi: "You’ve been eating nothing but supplements lately, how come you haven’t gained any weight?"

"Not easy to gain weight," Song Yi sat at the edge of the bed: "The barbecue you ordered has arrived, you can go to bed now."

"If Dad and Mom come in and find you, you’ll be in for a scolding."

Tang Si chuckled: "We’re legally married, why does it feel like we’re sneaking around like kids having a secret romance?"

"Hurry up and leave."

"Not leaving." Tang Si stood up, slowly taking off his jacket.

Song Yi sat back a little: "What are you doing? If you try anything, I’ll scream."

Tang Si tilted his head, giving a mischievous and wicked smile: "Why would I try anything with my own wife?"

"Go ahead and scream," he said nonchalantly, "if you really want Mom and Dad to misunderstand what we’re doing upstairs."

Song Yi: "..."

"I think I’ve been too lenient with you,"

Song Yi: "...?"

"The doctor said it’s okay in moderation." Tang Si tilted his head, threw his jacket onto the sofa, and walked over: "But I haven’t touched you, have I?"

Song Yi didn’t know what this man in front of her was going to do, just nodding her head.

"Then now—"