Fatal Desire

Chapter 137 You're So Fierce [Second Update]

He knew the answer, but he still wanted to hear her say it herself.

The man's hot chest pressed down on her, almost melting her into a rose-colored mist.

Song Xi trembled all over and hummed softly, "Mmm...I want to."

"Who are you thinking about?" Zhao Yansen supported her trembling back, held her in his arms, and fiercely rocked her, leaning forward to kiss her.

"I miss you. I miss Zhao Yansen." Song Xi was so dizzy from the kiss that she opened her mouth slightly to kiss him back and actively entangled with him.

Zhao Yansen's scalp tingled from the bite, and he kept pressing down on her waist, because he knew her so well where her sensitive spots were, and every time he pressed down on her so hard that she couldn't scream.

After a long while, Zhao Yansen brushed aside her sweaty hair with his fingertips, gave her a lingering kiss, their noses touching, cheeks pressed together, and his voice was filled with laughter: "Want some more?"

Song Xi was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open, and instinctively snuggled into his arms: "You're too fierce..."

"Then whose fault is it?" Zhao Yansen smiled and pinched her reddened nose.

"You." Song Xi raised her wet eyes and viciously bit his full Adam's apple. "It's your fault."

Zhao Yansen let out a soft gasp, hugged her even tighter, and unusually conceded, "Yes, it's my fault."

Song Xi didn't even have the strength to take a bath, but her body felt sticky. She didn't want to sleep like this, so she rubbed her head against the man's chest.

Zhao Yansen understood what she meant, and pulled her completely into his arms, saying in a hoarse voice, "Hold me a little longer."

He was never one to procrastinate, but he wanted to prolong the warmth of the moment.

The cell phone left in the corner of the sofa suddenly lit up, and the screen displayed the caller ID "Auntie". After a moment, the call ended automatically, and the light dimmed.

The bed was a mess and wet, making it impossible to sleep.

After Zhao Yansen carried Song Xi into the bathroom to shower, they went straight out of the master bedroom and into the adjacent second bedroom.

She was wearing a silk slip dress, and he held her in his arms, adjusting the temperature of the hairdryer and meticulously drying her hair.

Song Xi rested her chin on the man's broad shoulders and back, her hands unconsciously wrapping around his waist, like a lonely little boat nestled in a warm harbor.

"You..." she murmured softly, her eyes closed, "You're so fierce."

"Where did you get angry?" Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow, enjoying her dependence, and asked, following her lead.

"Hmph, you're fierce everywhere." Song Xi's body felt sore and heavy. The unprecedented feeling just now surged and swept over her, and the dual satisfaction of body and mind made her soul tremble violently.

"Is this fierce?" Zhao Yansen ran his long fingers through her hair, tested the humidity, and then put down the hairdryer.

"Hmm, very fierce." Song Xi hugged his strong waist tightly and couldn't help but mutter again, "Brother's waist is so strong."

Zhao Yansen's eyes darkened instantly, and the image of her spoiled whimpering and the words she murmured not long ago flashed through his mind.

He was concerned about her health, but she kept teasing him again and again. I really don't know where she learned this trick.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head, affectionately nuzzled the top of her head with his chin, and coaxed her softly, "You can use it from now on."

"In the past," Song Xi said, her voice thick with a nasal tone, as she liked to act coquettishly towards him, "You didn't mean you used it on someone else, did you?"

"There's no one else here." Zhao Yansen smiled lazily and reached out to pat her head.

Song Xi was so sleepy that she kept yawning: "Brother, let's go to sleep."

Zhao Yansen looked at the small shadow cast by her eyelashes under her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he carried her to the bedside.

All the lights were turned off, and he held her as they fell asleep. About two hours later, Song Xi woke up thirsty. She was so sleepy she could barely open her eyes, and instinctively rubbed against the warm source, saying, "Water." Zhao Yansen covered her eyes with his left hand first, and then turned on the light with his right. The warm yellow light leaked in through his fingers, and once her eyes had adjusted, he slowly removed his hand.

"Drink slowly, don't choke." He supported the back of her neck and fed her warm water.

Song Xi took small sips from his hand, and when she had had enough, she softly leaned back into his arms.

Zhao Yansen placed the glass back on the bedside table and pulled her closer again. The faint scent of rose and lychee mingled with the languid aroma of their lovemaking in her hair. He inhaled deeply and whispered:

"Where else does it hurt?"

Song Xi shook her head, rubbed her cheek against his chest, and quickly fell asleep again.

The next day.

As the morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the sheer curtains, Song Xi was fast asleep, curled up in Zhao Yansen's arms. Her sleeping posture was not very peaceful; she was pressed tightly against him.

The employees of Morningside Biotech probably never expected that their demanding CEO, Mr. Song, secretly enjoyed pestering Zhao Yansen.

Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, then wrapped his strong arms around her before closing his eyes to rest again.

I woke up again at 11:30.

Song Xi sat up sleepily, the silk sheet slipping down to reveal several ambiguous red marks below her collarbone.

"What would you like to eat?" Zhao Yansen stood at the foot of the bed, casually putting on a black bathrobe, the belt loosely tied, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest.

"I don't want to eat," Song Xi said, rubbing her eyes. She had just woken up and was still a little groggy, so her voice was softer than usual.

Zhao Yansen strode over, pinched her chin, and gently rubbed her face with just the right amount of force. Once she was a little more awake, he half-squatted down and picked up her slippers to put on her.

"Go wash up."

Song Xi gave an "oh," mechanically got out of bed, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

In front of Zhao Yansen, she didn't need to be wary or pay attention to anything, and could always do whatever she wanted.

Lunch was Western food, prepared by a chef who came to their home. Sitting at the table, Song Xi looked at the man opposite her and couldn't help but think of last night.

It started raining outside the window at some point. Raindrops pattered against the clean French windows, flowing down due to gravity and forming meandering water streaks. The chaotic and disorderly state was similar to the sounds inside the room.

He hooked his arm around her waist, and with a nimble flip, his long, strong fingers gripped her slender wrist, slipping between her fingers until they were intertwined.

Her waist sank in, her face buried in the pillow, her breath trembling, her fingers tightly gripping his, as if she were clutching the last straw in a storm.

Finally, she nestled in his arms, her eyes red and moist, her lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily, her soft hair clinging to her sweaty neck like a wrapped black ribbon.

With this in mind, Song Xi put aside his distracting thoughts, slowly ate his meal, and then went to his study to hold an online meeting.

After the meeting, she settled into her office chair, calculated the time difference, and called her aunt back.

"Hey, Auntie."

The sound of a teacup tapping softly came from the other end of the phone. Song Yunyu's voice carried a hint of teasing: "Finally remembered to call back? I thought my niece had been kidnapped and sent to Mars."

"My phone was on silent last night, so I didn't hear it," Song Xi replied with a sweet and clear voice, responding with ease.

She changed the subject, asking, "Auntie, is something wrong at home?"

(End of this chapter)