Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 363: If You Want Me, Then Always Want Me

Tang Si’s lips moved: "I..."

"Stop." Song Yi raised her hand in a stopping gesture, looking seriously at Tang Si, her voice cold and decisive: "Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I don’t need you to explain that this is all for my sake or that I don’t need to worry."

"What I need isn’t this kind of care. I am consciously aware of being a policeman’s girlfriend. When you go on a mission, I can refrain from disturbing you, but if you’re hurt, I must have the right to know."

She didn’t want others to think that the dignified captain of the criminal investigation team, Tang Si, got injured and had no family member by his side.

Nor did she want others to think that Song Yi as his girlfriend was just a decoration, a vase.

Song Yi: "I hope you know and understand the role of a girlfriend."

Tang Si’s breathing was rapid, listening to her words, each one striking sharply at his heart.

"So, if you want me, then always want me." Song Yi’s bright eyes looked at him, under the glare of the streetlight, appearing particularly vivid and sharp: "If not, then let’s cut it off early and never meet again."

She took a breath, turned her head, and no longer looked at the man with a pale face before her.

Her tone was cold: "Make a decision."

Tang Si’s face was very pale, very weak, the wind howling against his face.

Sharp and cold.

Seeping through the pores of his skin, into his bones, freezing him to the core.

He said nothing, took off his coat, and draped it over her shoulders.

The coat still carried his scent and warmth, indeed making her much warmer.

There was also a smell of hospital disinfectant and medicine.

Song Yi’s nose was red at the tip, and regarding Tang Si’s action, she took off the coat and handed it back to him, looking at him calmly: "What does this mean?"

He remained silent.

Song Yi felt her heart clenching with urgency and irritation, her eyes reddening as she shouted: "Speak!"

Was it so difficult to say he’d tell her everything from now on, that he wouldn’t hide his injuries from her anymore?

The man’s lips moved: "I..."

After thinking back and forth, his hoarse voice was very soft: "First time in a relationship."

"Also, the first time getting close to someone, I’m not doing well, sorry."

Before Song Yi, even with comrades and teammates, Tang Si had never gone out for a meal outside of work.

Nor had he ever stayed up all night drinking with anyone.

In his mind, he had a set of theories about human relationships and psychological thoughts, which, when applied, he found quite effective.

These he believed were very useful, having handled many cases, and witnessed many situations, he thought human relationships were just this way, no need to waste extra time socializing.

Dating Song Yi highlighted his awkwardness, and made him feel even more apologetic to her.

Being with her might be the most immature and rash decision he ever made.

Because this was a completely unfamiliar and uncertain field for him, he always felt unsure.

In a relationship, he constantly watched if she was unhappy.

Now, she was really angry.

Yet he felt like a stone had settled in his heart, proving he really couldn’t do it.

Tang Si was not omnipotent.

In front of her, he was incapable of anything.

Song Yi listened to his words, and it felt like a needle was fiercely piercing her heart.

Suddenly, it made her wonder if her words were indeed too harsh for him.

She found it hard to breathe, suppressing the pain in her heart.

But from beginning to end, she said nothing in return, just looked at him.

Tang Si pressed his lips together, as the cold wind hit his arms, the pain was piercing.

He gritted his teeth silently, swallowing back the rest of his words, the pain making it impossible to speak.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Fu Jingsheng tilted his head to look at the two on the overpass, squinting slightly.

He began unbuckling his seatbelt, why were these two not moving for so long?

"Don’t tell me they’re planning to jump into the river together?"

Just as he was about to get out of the car, Song Yi turned around, causing his actions to pause.

Even though the distance was somewhat far.

Fu Jingsheng could see her crying, tears continuously falling, but her steps didn’t stop as she walked towards the car.

The conversation between the two kept echoing in his mind.

——Her breathing seemed to carry pain, her whole being was extremely uncomfortable: "So, what you mean is you really want to break up?"

——He lowered his eyes, after a long pause, gave her a reply: "I don’t make promises I can’t keep."

"Song Yi... I need some time."

——"Hah, screw your time!"

Turning away, she couldn’t hold back her tears from falling.

His need for space, in Song Yi’s view, was an indication of uncertainty and waver, which she extremely disliked.

She had not been unequivocally chosen.

The wind at that moment became even stronger.

The coat in the man’s hand fell to the ground with a thud, and through blurred vision, he could see her trembling shoulders.

She really cried.

He was the reason she cried, how utterly despicable.

He longed to hold her.

He stood tall, leaning against the railing, his limbs frozen by the river wind, his blood seemed to have solidified.

He didn’t know if it was because the night was too cold or for some other reason.

Dazed and confused, he lost consciousness.

His arm throbbed with a piercing pain, no consciousness, yet the wound still hurt intensely.

Song Yi opened the car door.

Fu Jingsheng looked at her condition, feeling somewhat at a loss.

He was known as a master of flirting, but he really had no experience in comforting girls.

Flirting was just that, neither heartfelt nor engaging, relying only on his face.

Fu Jingsheng: "Did he bully you?"

"I’ll go beat him up right now."

Song Yi: "Sit down!"

Fu Jingsheng gauging her thoughts, as per past experience of provoking Song Yi: "Go home and prepare well, send him a deluxe farewell package?"

"Shut up, don’t talk." Song Yi was in an extremely bad mood at the moment.

She couldn’t control her emotions, feeling somewhat on edge.

He had unspeakable reasons, he had a reason, all because of the influence of his past experiences.

In Tang Si’s world, dating was just dating, being his girlfriend meant knowing nothing, staying at home obediently and carefree.

Being wholeheartedly good to her would suffice, yet Song Yi’s actions today were criticizing him, that this wasn’t being good to her.

It was pushing her away; this kind of care, to her, was unacceptable, it didn’t make her happy, and it made her angry.

Song Yi’s statements today directly overturned Tang Si’s relationship theories and ideas.

Making him unable to find any direction, as if truly unsuitable for dealing with others, much less suited for dating.

Perhaps he truly wasn’t meant to have someone close, someone like him, born to be lonely until the end of his days.

Heavily burdened by cases, past events, reality, all pressed on him.

At the same time, like surging waves crashing upon him.

As if until he was submerged and overtaken, it would not end.

Fu Jingsheng: "Then I’ll drive you home."

Song Yi lowered her head, sniffled: "Don’t drive."

Fu Jingsheng: "???"

"Wait," Song Yi: "Until someone comes to take him away."

At the edge of the overpass railing, the man’s body, helplessly leaned against, inch by inch, sliding outward...