After Zhou Liang left, Tang Si's dark eyes meticulously surveyed the surroundings once again.
Song Yi felt a chill run over her body. No one was around, yet somehow, inexplicably, a wound appeared on her neck.
"Get in the car with me." A man's voice came from near her ear.
In such a bizarre night, there was inexplicably a hint of security.
Song Yi was not someone who was afraid of trouble, but it didn't mean she wasn't scared of such weird occurrences.
Inside the car.
Tang Si's narrow eyes kept sizing up her clothes.
The gaze was intense, and she couldn't tell what exactly he was thinking inside.
Song Yi licked her lips, ready to speak.
"Turn your back to me and pull your slip dress down. I want to see your back."
Tang Si spoke first.
This sentence... If it were said in another scenario, she'd definitely slap him. Isn't this blatant harassment?
However, Song Yi neither refused nor agreed.
Her alluring fox-like eyes just stared at him.
"In such a situation, shouldn't you give some comfort?"
"I'm actually a bit scared."
Her eyes were watery, as if she'd burst into tears in the next second. Such a delicate beauty, anyone would feel pity and compassion for her.
Tang Si's brows were wild and untamed, but at this moment, his expression was restrained: "Song Yi, don't force me to act on you personally."
"Are you going to pull it down yourself or should I do it?"
The tone was quite serious, lacking the laziness of their first meeting.
The ruthless decisiveness in his bones was unmistakably clear.
"I'll do it myself." Song Yi turned around.
At this moment, cooperating with the examination was indeed necessary. She wasn't being unreasonable, but to expose her back to a man she'd only met for a day—she wasn't that open.
Yet—under these circumstances, there was no choice but to do so.
The car's interior light was on, not particularly bright, but enough to see the condition of her back.
The woman's back was slender, her posture delicate; her skin was very fair.
The exposed straight-angled shoulders were exceptionally beautiful.
Tang Si's gaze fell on the back of her neck.
In the car with the light, he could see more clearly. It wasn't caused by a blade, more like a certain kind of card.
He frowned, lightly touching it with his fingertip.
Song Yi shivered slightly, the touch was clearly painful.
She rarely got injured, except for that time when she was little...
But childhood was so long ago, at least she hadn't been injured in recent years. This pain, to her, was quite painful.
She flinched, and he could feel it.
"Women are so delicate."
Song Yi wanted to curse, me being a woman, shouldn't I be delicate?
If you have the guts, show me how delicate you can be!
Dog of a man!
In the end, Song Yi said, "A woman's sensory nerves are naturally more than a man's."
She understood something else internally, this cash cow might not be easy to manage even if dug back out, this temper was truly bad.
But all of this was tolerable; after all, for the sake of image, as long as he behaved in front of the public, it was fine, she didn't care privately.
She turned her head to look at Tang Si behind her. "Doesn't it feel quite tough?"
Tang Si lifted his gaze to her, the arc of the woman's side profile was very smooth, with a kind of gentle and graceful beauty, very exquisite.
Song Yi continued to talk to herself: "I got injured for no reason and gave you extra trouble, and you still have to deal with this unexpected wound on me."
"But if you come to my company, you wouldn't have such troubles, I guarantee you'd live like a fairy."
Tang Si gazed at the wound on her neck, crimson and glaring.
He suddenly tugged at his lips: "If you keep going like this..."
Song Yi: "???"
The man continued, "I'd suspect you like me."
Song Yi: "???"
"You're somewhat handsome, oh no, quite handsome, but who gave you the confidence to be more narcissistic than your looks?"
Tang Si heard this and knew she had a sharp tongue.
But he didn't mind at all, lazily tilting his head, licking his crimson lips: "Isn't it so?"
Song Yi turned back, staring at him, waiting to see what nonsense he'd spout next.
He said, "Normal suspects would clear their own names, not like you."
"In front of me, saying you want to make me, hap-py like a fairy."
He emphasized each word, especially the last few syllables.
He had a perpetual mischievous smile on his face.
But it didn't quite seem like a mischievous smile, carrying another connotation, like the mist outside the car, inscrutable and indistinct.