Now she knew that Tang Si was cold-blooded underneath. No matter how nice and easy-going he seemed, it was just his disguise.
Once the disguise was no longer needed, he would show his real character that was as cold as marble.
Anger burned in Song Yi's heart, and she gnashed her teeth and suddenly stepped forward to push Tang Si onto the sofa—
Caught off guard, he was pushed onto the sofa by her.
Spreading his long legs, he raised his hands and cracked a wicked smile at her, staring at her.
He asked with a lazy smile. "What's this?"
His words seemed to reverberate from his chest and his voice was magnetic, hoarse, slightly lazy, and sultry.
He instantly developed a lazy and wicked aura.
Song Yi was most annoyed by his easy switch between these two different styles. She raised one of her knees and knelt on the sofa.
Between his legs.
