It seemed unintentional, the tingling sensation on his chin, penetrating to the bone, with a hint of her fragrance, made the man's breath quicken a bit.
Song Yi pinched his earlobe again and moved slightly: "You just said, there's no room for pleading, and then you fainted, Captain Tang, what's the punishment next?"
"..." Punishment, my ass.
Her voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.
The cameraman following them was still behind them, as Song Yi pinched his earlobe, coincidentally blocked by Tang Si's head.
He tensed up all over, said nothing, and stepped into the medical room.
Placing Song Yi down, he said to the doctor, "Heatstroke, take a look at her."
Song Yi stared at his tightened jawline, sitting on the bed, her hands propped up on it, her slender legs swinging back and forth. She tilted her head slightly, smiling sweetly: "Thank you, Captain Tang, for bringing me here, sorry for the trouble. Next time, I'll surely get stronger and hold on longer."
