Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 522: Chapter 520: That’s Not a Kiss—Let Me Teach You How to Kiss

Hearing the man’s tone, Song Nuan lifted her gaze from the book and tilted her head to look at Lu Yan.

He was looking at her intently, his gaze deep and intense, with a hint of resentment.

"I have so little time to rest," Lu Yan said. "I’ve spent it all on you, and you’re ignoring me. I’ll have to go back to the team soon."

Shouldn’t this little girl cherish the rare moments they get to spend alone together?

Lu Yan couldn’t quite figure out what was on Song Nuan’s mind.

Was reading more important, or was he more important?

Not that he needed an answer, but she should at least spare him a glance, right?

At this moment, he felt like a tool, just there to be moved wherever needed.

Song Nuan pouted slightly and looked at Lu Yan, testing the waters: "Are you mad?"

Lu Yan raised an eyebrow: "A little bit."

Song Nuan tilted her head in thought, then suddenly beckoned Lu Yan over with a sweet smile: "Come a little closer."

Lu Yan slowly moved closer, the distance between them shrinking till they could feel each other’s breath on their faces.

This close proximity made Song Nuan’s heart race; she had never been this close to a man before, despite always pestering Lu Yan to sleep next to him.

But the feeling was different.

Before, it was like a child sleeping with an adult, but now...the closeness sent tingles through her entire body.

Though all he did was come closer, she felt a thrill run through her.

Is this what being in love feels like? Exciting and comfortable.

Song Nuan just looked at him, saying nothing, doing nothing.

"What are you doing?" Lu Yan asked.

His voice was deep and mellow, so low that even two simple words seemed to beat at her heart, making her lightly shiver.

She quickly gave Lu Yan a peck on the cheek, then withdrew, looking up at him with big almond eyes, her voice soft and small: "Kiss you."

Her expression and posture were so cute and enticing, her eyes bright and innocent.

Especially after kissing his cheek; he could still feel the warmth lingering there.

Lu Yan suddenly laughed softly.

Song Nuan looked at him, puzzled, not knowing what he found funny, about to ask when he said, "Little one, that’s not a kiss, that’s a peck."

Song Nuan’s cheeks flushed red, her face burning, feeling a bit guilty: "Almost the same."

"Not the same, let me teach you."

Before she could say anything, the man tilted her chin up.

In the next second, his warm breath enveloped her, and his lips were on hers, pressing down hard.

Soon enough, Lu Yan released her.

The young girl’s eyes seemed misty at that moment, looking at him so pitifully.

Lu Yan licked his lips, still unsatisfied, responding to her softly, his voice hoarse: "Little one, very sweet."

And very soft.

Just like he imagined.

They had a brief kiss in the car before, but this one was deeper.

He spoke those words with a faint smile on his face.

Which made Song Nuan’s face turn even redder.

Lu Yan looked at her pitiful expression, feeling utterly soft inside.

He didn’t realize it before, but now he thought, not having to be the nice guy wasn’t so bad.

Looking at Song Nuan, Lu Yan laughed again: "And you blushed this much just from a simple kiss?"

He had thought she was much more open-minded, seeing how she spoke so freely in front of him before.

Turns out she blushes that easily.

Song Nuan looked at him with amazement in her almond eyes: "Just?"

That was clearly quite intense.

Song Nuan touched her burning cheeks, still vividly remembering the feeling of his kiss, not quite knowing what emotion lay in her heart, just that it was wonderfully pink and bubbly.

Her lips felt on fire.

"It was just a kiss?"

Lu Yan: "I didn’t even use my tongue."

Song Nuan: "!!!"

Use...tongue?! So he is a pervert!

"Didn’t want to scare you," Lu Yan laughed at her reaction, "Look at you, so surprised even hearing me mention it."

Song Nuan, when it came to feelings, almost had zero experience, and what she did have was imitation at best, feeling quite clueless.

So right now, she was genuinely speechless, not knowing what to say in response.

All she could do was blush and look at Lu Yan so pitifully.

"Hmm." Lu Yan pursed his lips: "Don’t look at me like that."

It’s the kind of look that makes someone want to give her a hard time.

With just a simple kiss, she was like this. So in the future...what would happen then?

And she dared to provoke him.

He sighed and messed her hair: "Go on, read your book. I’ll sit with you for a bit before I leave."

Song Nuan really had a face that made people want to tease her, yet she had a mouth that wasn’t easy to deal with, always saying shocking things.

But in reality, she was quite easy to pick on.

Lu Yan was fortunate, so lucky she hadn’t been taken in by someone else.

...

When Song Yi and Tang Si arrived, Lu Yan had just left a short while ago.

Song Nuan complained: "I wanted more time to read."

"If this keeps up, I won’t be able to get first place."

Tang Si walked over and took the book from Song Nuan’s hands: "Can’t you just take a good rest, play on your phone, watch TV?"

She had never seen anyone who loved studying this much.

If she keeps studying day and night, burning the midnight oil, when on earth will her body fully recover?

We must stop her from behaving like this, sometimes you have to do what you need to do.

Song Nuan furrowed her brow: "But I find those things boring. Right now, I need to prepare for the college entrance exam."

"Did anyone from your school come to see you?"

"Yeah, I sent them away. I thought there were too many people, and the noise was annoying."

Tang Si asked again: "How did the lab explosion happen? Have they found out the cause, who’s responsible?"

"That’s something mom and dad are handling, I didn’t ask." Song Nuan replied, "You can ask them."

"Give me the book. I’ll read a bit and then sleep, otherwise once mom and dad come over, I can’t read anymore."

"If you need rest, then rest more." Tang Si said, "You need to balance work and rest."

But Song Nuan didn’t listen to this at all; once the book was in her hands, she wanted to finish it.

If not, her OCD would make her uncomfortable.

The main thing was she wanted to absorb the knowledge in the book—learning never ends, no matter how much, it never feels enough for Song Nuan.

Lu Yan stood with his arms crossed in front of the hospital bed: "Knowledge doesn’t necessarily require you to keep studying and reading like this."

Song Nuan looked at him, puzzled.

Lu Yan smiled lightly: "There are some kinds of knowledge and enjoyment not found in books; many things in life require your learning too."

"Watch more TV, browse the internet, keep up with the news for new insights and perspectives."

Lu Yan looked at Song Nuan: "You love learning so much, you must have heard the story of the frog in the well."

"Reading continuously doesn’t mean you’ll enrich yourself. The word ’enrich’ is quite broad. You should expose yourself to different things, some entertainment stuff is fun too, and requires brainwork."

Song Nuan saw how serious he was and was skeptical: "Really?"

"What good would it do me to lie to you? You’ll understand once you find out yourself."

Tang Si stood beside and listened, realizing that Lu Yan did indeed talk sense.

After listening to Lu Yan, Song Nuan scrolled through news online and soon fell asleep.

Tang Si silently gave Lu Yan a thumbs up.

He shrugged with a slight smile.

Honestly, anyone doing something they’re disinterested in will feel sleepy.

Song Nuan, with her weak body, easily fell asleep once she felt drowsy.

...

Meanwhile.

In a private room inside a café.

"Song Yi is too ruthless. I didn’t expect her to strike first. What should I do now? There’s no way for me to recover."

"Why the rush? There’s plenty of time. Some things, you just need to plan slowly."

"Alright, there’s nothing else to do now." It had been heard earlier that Song Yi was tough to deal with.

Now it felt like witnessing it firsthand.

If someone isn’t a bit strategic, how could Song Yi have thrived in the entertainment industry like this?

Her artists are indeed popular.

"Damn, today it seems I’m out of luck, a bad start."

....

In the shadows, a surveillance video displayed the scene inside the room.

"Boss, how should we handle this?"

The man sitting in a chair held a wine glass, lips curving into a cold yet elegant smile, his light purple eyes exuding a cold-blooded aloofness.

"Leave no one alive." With those words, he placed the glass down and stood to leave.

A simple four words, said so lightly, yet chillingly ruthless.

Cold-hearted and ruthless, that was him.

Anyone daring to touch his people is just courting death.

That day.

Two living people, drunk and fighting, both fell to their deaths.

The incident made it to the news.

Song Yi was at home and happened to scroll to that news.

Tang Si just came out of the shower, and Song Yi showed him the phone: "Drinking causes so much trouble."

Song Yi remembered the smell of alcohol on him last time: "You should drink less if you can, and if you do, definitely don’t drive."

He was holding a towel, drying his wet hair, and nodded with a smile: "Understood."

In fact, Tang Si rarely drank.

...

After Song Yi came out of the shower, she saw a WeChat message on her phone.

Li Wen: [President Song, regarding the matter online, the rival company’s response is out. They said that person wasn’t their employee and that they’re just a gaming company. They ask you not to bully them, and imply that since focus is key in each industry, they’re suggesting we challenge them in a game. Seems like they’re good at riding the trend.]

[They also mentioned if they opened a real entertainment company, they’d surely be better than yours.]

Song Yi: [...? What game?]

Li Wen sent a screenshot of the game’s name.

Song Yi raised an eyebrow: [Fine.]

She’s never backed down from a challenge; that gaming company’s reputation was bound to be tarnished!

After chatting, Song Yi went back to her room to sleep.

Tang Si held her as they slept, and soon enough, he was asleep, seemingly as soon as he hit the pillow.

Song Yi nestled further into his embrace: "You must be so tired."