Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 463 - 461: Why So Sensitive?

One morning.

Song Yi was dealing with her emails in the study; she originally planned to go to the company.

But it was raining heavily outside, so she didn’t bother.

Autumn rain, with each downpour, it got colder.

Just sitting there made Song Yi feel the chill grow deeper; it was almost winter.

Song Yi leaned back in the chair and stretched lazily.

"Bang—!" Suddenly there was a sound from upstairs, startling her to tremble mid-stretch.

She looked upstairs.

"Tang Si?" She called his name instinctively.

"Bang...!" Another sound came from upstairs, as if something had fallen.

There was a clatter.

She furrowed her brows, opened the study door, and headed to the second floor.

The sound inside seemed to have quieted down.

Song Yi suddenly pushed open the door, and the scene before her was a man crawling up from the floor.

Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, hair soaked with sweat, hands covered in bloodstains, and the furniture and chairs in the room were in disarray.

Song Yi was stunned, feeling as if the blood in her body had frozen.

The chill climbed up from her feet: "Wh-what happened?"

Tang Si raised his eyes, looking at the woman standing at the door, breathing rapidly, trying to calm down.

"Just..." Tang Si paused for a moment, then exhaled: "Just exercised a bit, was working out, accidentally knocked things over, which caused a chain reaction, tried to stop it but couldn’t."

Her heart raced, looking at the possibly chaotic and messed-up room, a chair toppled in the corner with a broken leg.

Song Yi’s heart skipped a beat, seeing the overly calm expression on the man, as if stuck in her throat.

"You throw furniture for exercise?"

"..." The scene suddenly became very quiet.

After who knows how long, Tang Si suddenly glanced at the mess, then walked over to hug her: "I suddenly feel hungry."

"It’s noon now."

The man’s voice was close to her ear, carrying an inexplicable hint of a pitiful tone.

The sound of it was pleasant, tugging at her heartstrings.

Mysteriously, her heart softened, she could only comply with him: "What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Tang Si lowered his head, his thin lips gently brushed her cheek: "Anything."

"I’ll order takeout."

It was the only life skill she had—to order takeout.

"Okay." Tang Si spoke, slowly smiling, wrapping his arm around her waist: "I’ll tidy up the room."

"Your hand..." Song Yi pressed her lips: "Just get a cleaner to tidy up."

"Don’t be so delicate." Tang Si chuckled: "You go, I’ll tidy up."

...

Song Yi went out, silently knowing that there must be something wrong.

The condition had become a bit serious.

After Song Yi left, Tang Si lowered his gaze, his eyes cold and clear, quietly tidying up the room.

Truly... the aftereffects are getting stronger.

What kind of medication has such severe side effects?

...

When Tang Si came downstairs, he had already done some simple treatment on his hand.

Song Yi also gave him space, not asking questions.

This was something both of them understood.

Song Yi watched him: "The takeout will probably arrive soon."

Tang Si naturally went over and sat beside her: "Alright."

Song Yi held up her phone to show Tang Si: "I booked a yacht; in a couple of days, how about we go out for a trip?"

After she finished speaking, with hopeful eyes, she looked at him.

She felt it was really necessary to take him away from this city, to relax.

Staying in this city for too long, no matter where they went, it might be depressing, gloomy.

Perhaps this city brought him too many bad memories.

Tang Si stared at the yacht for two seconds of silence.

Suddenly he wrapped Song Yi’s shoulder, his tone low: "I was wrong."

Song Yi let him hold her, her tone quizzical: "Hmm?"

"I wasn’t exercising just now." Tang Si slowly spoke: "I didn’t think of deceiving you; at first, I was afraid of scaring you."

He leaned closer to Song Yi’s face, smelling the scent on her that could ease his heart: "Was it frightening?"

The tone was so gentle it was unbelievable.

Song Yi: "It was a bit."

She half-lifted her eyelids: "Tell me, what’s going on?"

The best way Song Yi handled such matters was not to force him but to give him space.

She knew Tang Si very well.

If he hadn’t calmed down his emotions to come clean, their three rules agreement would be meaningless.

She could choose not to engage with someone unstable immediately, calm down; if he still doesn’t speak, then it’s Tang Si’s problem.

And now, clearly, he was very honest.

Tang Si: "I was a bit agitated, couldn’t control it, maybe it’s the medication’s side effect."

He confessed, which was also his suspicion.

"There was one episode last night; I had Ningxia Chuan send medicine over; repeatedly, taking the medicine, each time the side effect got worse."

Song Yi frowned: "What medication? Take it to inspect the ingredients; which doctor prescribed it to you?"

"Hmm." Tang Si: "I already had someone check it."

"Is it irregular?" Song Yi asked.

"Irregular." Tang Si pressed his lips: "Don’t know when it’ll happen."

Had it not been for strong willpower and good psychological resilience, truly there would be no hope.

During an episode, there’s a desire to self-torment, bringing some kind of pleasure.

"Then how about going for a check-up first." Song Yi: "See what exactly is happening."

Tang Si slightly licked his lips, spoke mildly: "Had it checked, nothing wrong within the body."

He looked at Song Yi, pinched her face "Don’t worry too much; let’s stop the medication for now."

Song Yi nodded; if the medication was really problematic, she would indeed regret urging him to take it.

After all, taking the medication had made things worse, not mitigating the issue, but instead fostering dependency.

He tried to speak in a relaxed tone.

But Song Yi still frowned her little face.

Tang Si lightly sighed: "Really, it’s nothing."

Song Yi still felt a bit guilty: "There was an episode last night; I didn’t notice even though you were sleeping beside me."

At that time, he probably really needed someone to accompany him.

"It’s not your fault." Tang Si: "I didn’t want to wake you."

"But you..."

"Really." Tang Si chuckled softly, his brows and eyes slightly smiling: "I can withstand it; it’s a minor issue."

He was so calm, as if it was truly a small matter, not worth mentioning.

But how could this be a trivial matter? It had reached such a level; the destructive power truly was astounding.

Tang Si looked at her, seeing her mood hadn’t improved, licked his lips lightly, his voice faint: "Shall I tell you something?"

Song Yi glanced at Tang Si: "What?"

"Perhaps around the age of twenty, I was still serving in the military at that time, carrying out special missions, working undercover, infiltrating and linking with anti-drug teams to bust drug traffickers."

"At that time, I was forced..." Tang Si pressed his lips: "to use."