Seeing Tang Si, she curled her lips slightly, "Captain Tang, finished with your work?"
The tone remained soft, at first listen, nothing seemed off, filled with a seductive softness.
On closer examination, she bit her teeth, her voice trembling as she asked him.
Tang Si squinted, as a police detective, he was naturally keen, taking a few steps over, he directly tossed the blanket to Song Yi.
Song Yi caught it, as if she had seized a lifeline, and draped it over herself.
But that blanket brought her little warmth.
Tang Si leaned against the table, hands tucked in his pockets, his almond-shaped eyes firmly fixed on her.
Song Yi gathered the blanket around her, "Captain Tang, are you planning to interrogate me again overnight?"
She stared at him, seemingly unfazed.
The man licked his lips, tilted his head slightly, drawling, "If you want me to interrogate you now, I'm not in the mood for overtime, it's late, I'm tired."
"Unlike Miss Song, who spends the night in a world of bright lights and feasting."
His magnetic voice, under the dim light of the night, was somewhat hoarse, like an ink brush scraping across rough paper.
Incredibly seductive.
He was trying to make her relax.
But Song Yi remained silent; as long as she didn't speak, biting her teeth, she could maintain this bearable and polite demeanor.
Something was clearly off with her state.
He nudged his tongue against his cheek slightly, stepped forward, dragged a chair over, and sat beside her.
Her fingers, under the blanket, clutched it fiercely, her knuckles turning white from the strain, not really noticing what Tang Si was doing.
In the next second, Song Yi felt herself and the chair being spun half a circle.
In an instant, they sat face to face.
"..." This person, so strong.
As she lifted her eyes, she crashed into those almond eyes, his eyes dyed with lazy, faint amusement, still unsure of what he intended to do.
His hand reached over, touching her smooth forehead.
The warmth from his hand was scorching, or perhaps she was too cold, with just that touch, she felt warmth invade her like a blazing fire, surging towards her uncontrollably.
As he withdrew his hand, the cold instantly enveloped her once more.
Perhaps it was the touch that made her feel hot and made her heart pound.
That's what she thought.
"Want me to get you a psychiatrist to take a look?" he asked.
His tone was slightly better than usual, relaxed, somewhat more gentle.
She glanced at the man in front of her, knowing what he was up to.
Deep down, he was actually a person of extreme indifference, treating her this way only because she was a key suspect, afraid something might happen to her.
Thanks to her extensive experience in the entertainment industry, she had sharp insight; otherwise, how could she have resisted the allure of a handsome man's gentleness?
She also knew he had seen through her facade.
She said, "No need, just having you sitting here is enough."
She was to spend the night here, so she would drag him to spend the night here too.
Falsely accusing her, and wanting to walk away unscathed?
Wishful thinking.
She, as a person, had a strong sense of revenge too.
Seeing Tang Si remain silent.
Song Yi lowered her eyelids, her voice very weak, "If Captain Tang is unwilling, it's okay too, I'm just afraid that in the middle of the night...."
Seemingly struggling to speak, she took a deep breath, slightly short of breath, "Die here. A stress response can also kill a person, you should, should be aware, right?"
"Anyway, out of everyone in the police station, I'm only familiar with you, not that fearful."
She had said what she needed to.
But her words were not untrue, she truly felt unwell, unbearable.
The fear entangled in her heart, like a torrential rain, crashing onto a person, fierce, relentless, cold.
Tang Si: "If you're really scared, then sleep."