She finally understood, Tang Si's nature is indeed indifferent and cold. No matter how familiar and approachable he seemed to be with you before, that was simply because he chose to behave that way.
Once there's no need for it, he becomes distant and cold, even colder than frost.
A fire of anger burned within Song Yi, she ground her teeth and suddenly advanced, directly pushing Tang Si onto the sofa—
He didn't expect Song Yi to do this, and without any preparation, he sat down on the sofa, following her push.
With his long legs sprawled apart, he raised his hands, his almond eyes curved into a slightly mischievous arc, staring at her.
His tone carried a lazy smile: "What's this all about?"
The words seemed to vibrate from his chest, magnetic and husky, with a slight laziness, tantalizingly captivating.
His entire demeanor instantly exuded a bad-boy charm, casually laid-back.
