He leaned in close, his breath brushing against her face.
It carried an untamed, masculine aura, warm and bold.
Looking closely, there was a mischievous smile in his eyes, and for a moment, Song Yi couldn't tell if his smile was a playful tease or genuine.
The more uncertain she felt, the faster her heart raced.
After being around Tang Si for a while, she was often stirred by this man at a whim.
She lightly licked her lips.
This action signaled the woman's nervousness at that very moment.
He noticed it, and seeing she didn't respond, he insisted, "Do you want it or not?"
Song Yi shrank back a little, looking at the man's face, "Hubby, is this memory you're talking about serious?"
"If it turns into a car shake or something, I really don't want it."
"What are you afraid of?" Tang Si lifted her chin with the demeanor of a playboy teasing a virtuous lady, "Haven't you noticed there aren't many people by the beach?"
"No one will pay attention to us here."
