Song Yi felt a bit nervous deep inside unconsciously.
Tang Si looked at the woman in front of him and smiled.
"I never knew President Song could also get nervous and shy."
Song Yi: "..."
This man was deliberately teasing her; she had already been shy and nervous countless times.
"What can I do to you here? Silly."
"Then what do you want to do?" Song Yi stared at Tang Si, feeling very puzzled.
Tang Si smiled, "I want to take a bite out of you, eat you up, taste your flavor."
He raised his hand and gently pulled her into his embrace again, "Just a hug, and I'll leave."
Song Yi felt him tightening his grip little by little, as if trying to fuse her into his very bones and flesh.
"I kind of want to squeeze your waist so tightly," his voice was very low, "but I'm afraid it would hurt you."
He tilted his head and lightly kissed Song Yi's neck, "Sweetheart, during these days with me, have you felt happiness and joy? Was the experience of being in love not good?"
