Fatal Desire

Chapter 105 What's the Guilty Feeling When You're a Thief?

The warmth of his sister's body wafted up through the expensive, thin fabric of his clothes, mingling with the faint scent of alcohol, which mixed with the lingering tuberose incense on his shirt collar, making it murky.

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes: "If I don't come, who do you plan to have take you back?"

"I don't want anyone else, I only want my brother." Song Xi affectionately nuzzled his neck, causing Zhao Yansen's full Adam's apple to bob.

She's good at being charming and flattering.

"I drank sweet wine." The little sister in his arms tilted her head up and asked him frankly, "Brother, do you want to try some? It's sweeter than plum wine."

Moonlight dripped from the car window, condensing into shimmering silver scales on her collarbone.

Zhao Yansen's gaze shifted upwards, looking into her moist pupils, which seemed to reflect a shattered Milky Way: "What do you want to taste?"

Song Xi only smiled and didn't answer. She tilted her head up and leaned closer. Just as her lips were about to touch his thin lips, she suddenly stopped, looking arrogant.

"My brother is so mean, I won't let you try it."

Zhao Yansen chuckled. He put one arm around her and brought the bottle to her lips with the other, coaxing, "Drink the honey water, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Song Xi refused: "No, what you're saying sounds like you're trying to coax a child."

“Judging from my age, you’re just a child,” Zhao Yansen said.

"Then you sleep with a child?" Song Xi's eyes widened, clearly using her eyes to accuse him of being a pervert.

Zhao Yansen patted the back of her head and reminded her, "Little sister, you fell asleep before me."

"That's true." Song Xi then obediently opened her mouth and drank several mouthfuls of honey water. "Ugh... I can't drink anymore."

Zhao Yansen put down the honey water and took a square handkerchief to wipe the water stains from the corners of her lips.

Song Xi leaned against him, motionless. She liked the feeling of relying on Zhao Yansen, and she liked his strong and warm body.

"So sleepy..." she murmured.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep." Zhao Yansen gently patted her slender back and spoke in a low voice.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the faint fragrance, and then instructed the driver to turn around.

An hour later, Song Xi woke up in the large bed she had only met once, only to find out that Zhao Yansen hadn't taken her back to the courtyard house, but had come to Yanshan Villa.

It's probably because the club is relatively close to Yanshan Villa.

Zhao Yansen sat in the armchair by the French windows. Hearing the noise, he picked up the intercom on the low table and said succinctly, "Bring the person up."

Song Xi thought he was talking about official business and hadn't noticed that he was awake, so she got out of bed and tiptoed over, wanting to startle him.

To her surprise, he suddenly looked up at her, startling her.

"elder brother!"

"What?" Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow and lazily commented, "Trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead."

The man exudes a strong sense of abstinence, yet he also radiates an alluring sexiness. This contradictory combination does not diminish his hormones; on the contrary, it enhances his mature masculine charm.

Male beauty can lead people astray.

Song Xi inwardly grumbled.

She had barely sat down on the sofa opposite him when the aunt brought the doctor over.

Song Xi tidied her hair and, detached, picked up the warm red bean latte from the low table and drank it.

The aunt smiled and said, "Miss, this is Doctor Xu. She will take your pulse."

"what?"

When an illness struck unexpectedly, Song Xi said, "I am not sick, there is no need to take my pulse."

It's one thing to have a traditional Chinese medicine doctor take her pulse at the courtyard house, but why does she need to have it taken here? She's not born with a divine pulse diagnosis that everyone wants to feel.

The old doctor smiled kindly: "You don't necessarily have to wait until you're sick to see a doctor. Does the little girl usually have trouble sleeping?"

Song Xi glanced at Zhao Yansen, who had been staring at her. Their gazes lingered for half a second before she decisively looked away.

"A little, I'm quite busy with work."

The doctor said, "Please extend your hand." Song Xi did so. The traditional Chinese medicine doctor in her family was highly skilled and hadn't found anything wrong, so she figured this doctor would be about the same.

A few minutes later, the doctor got up to take his leave: "Miss, your pulse is deep, thready, and weak. Your cold limbs, shortness of breath, and fatigue are caused by deficiency of heart and gallbladder qi. You also usually have vivid dreams and are easily awakened."

Zhao Yansen raised his eyelids and sized up Song Xi's small frame. He reasonably suspected that she might die of overfeeding herself in a while.

"How to treat it?"

"I'll prescribe a medicine for the young lady. If she takes it on time and takes timely care, her condition will greatly improve," the doctor said.

Zhao Yansen nodded slightly.

"Please come with me, doctor." The aunt led the person away.

"I have to take medicine again?" Song Xi complained bitterly. "My aunt feeds me medicine at the same time every day at home. I'm turning into a medicine person."

Zhao Yansen stretched out his long arm and easily pulled her into his arms: "You're allowed to not drink at home."

“How can that be?” Song Xi looked at him, her eyes sparkling. “That’s my aunt’s thoughtful gift.”

"Your aunt's intentions are intentions, but mine aren't?" Zhao Yansen pinched her cheek, his lips slightly pursed.

Song Xi hesitated for a few seconds.

Zhao Yansen was so angry he laughed, and pinched her waist with his big hand: "You heartless person."

Song Xi laughed as if she had been tickled, saying, "It tickles...it tickles so much, don't pinch me."

Zhao Yansen released her. "Go take a shower."

"Yes, brother!" Song Xi immediately slipped into the bathroom.

She was still sleepy and worried that she would fall asleep if she lay too comfortably in the bath, so she chose to take a shower instead.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, and the mist meandered across the tiles, blurring the face in the mirror.

Song Xi closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the water wash over her long eyelashes, and inexplicably thought of another kind of hot and humid feeling.

When it was being fiercely attacked and made to pounce.

Zhao Yansen's strong, hot body pressed against him.

She was lured into losing consciousness several times in the surging waves.

Song Xi suddenly remembered a time when she argued with Zhao Yansen. She was incredibly stubborn and, with her back straight, imitated the thugs in TV dramas, saying, "I'm not wrong! If you think I'm wrong, brother, just kill me."

...I'm going to die.

After taking a bath, Song Xi put on a silk nightgown and came out to find the bedroom empty.

After looking around and not finding Zhao Yansen, she simply put him out of her mind, got into bed, and prepared to sleep.

However, after tossing and turning for half an hour without falling asleep, she realized that Zhao Yansen was right; she was quite like a child.

But how could it be?

She's only a little niece in front of her aunt, but in front of everyone else, she's a proper and rational adult.

It must be Zhao Yansen's fault!
Song Xi yawned, closed her eyes, and cleared her mind.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she noticed the sheets were denting. She opened her eyes abruptly, very alert.

Zhao Yansen glanced at her indifferently, then turned off the retro lamp by the bedside, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Song Xi's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked bewildered for a moment.

Zhao Yansen stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace: "What's there to be guilty about?"

Song Xi raised her hands and wrapped them around Zhao Yansen's neck, tilting her head back so that her nose touched Zhao Yansen's.

"You're the one who's been stealing."

Their warm breaths mingled, creating a dark and damp atmosphere of ambiguity.

Zhao Yansen's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he smiled with interest: "Is that so? Then tell me what I stole."

(End of this chapter)