Fatal Desire

Chapter 14 Better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage
Song Xi recalled the initial stirrings of her heart during her adolescence.

Back then, she was in high school. While the girls in her class were developing romantic feelings, she remained aloof and celibate. All the boys who openly or secretly pursued her at school were chased away by her brother.

In response, Qin Fanghao asked her, "Aren't you angry with your brother?"

"Why are you angry?" Song Xi didn't understand.

"It's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage," Qin Fanghao said. "Your brother, relying on his elder status, disregarded your wishes and broke up your good match."

Song Xi lay on the desk, smiling without saying a word.

Qin Fanghao opened a copy of "An Actor Prepares" and continued to ask, "The guys who are pursuing you are all good-looking, but you don't like any of them?"

Without hesitation, Song Xi replied, "No."

As for why she didn't, she didn't know at the time.

A few days later, on the weekend, Zhao Chengyou fell ill, and Song Yunyu and Zhao Zongting took him to the general hospital. The other members of the Zhao family each had their own residences, and apart from the housekeeper and servants, only Song Xi and Zhao Yansen remained in the courtyard.

As Song Xi was going down the stairs, she was skipping and jumping. She didn't pay attention for a moment, slipped, and fell straight down the stairs.

She suffered a minor fracture in her left leg, and the pain brought tears to her eyes. Tears streamed down her face, and her thin shoulders trembled as she cried.

"elder brother!"

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Yansen immediately came downstairs.

He was changing clothes at the time. He had just changed his shirt and hadn't even had time to change his pajama bottoms yet. He picked her up horizontally and told the driver to drive to the hospital.

In the car on the way, Zhao Yansen frowned as he disinfected her wound with iodine and cotton swabs.

Song Xi placed her legs on his lap, tears streaming down her face, crying pitifully.

"Brother, be gentle... be gentle."

Her knee was scraped and bleeding, and she flinched whenever Zhao Yansen touched it. He looked up at her tearful sobs and said, "If you cry again, I'll throw you out of the car."

"It hurts a lot," Song Xi said, sniffling and choking back tears.

"Squeamish."

"Then I won't cry out loud."

Song Xi kept crying, her eyes red and covered with a layer of soft, damp mist, like a gentle fawn that had wandered into an unfamiliar forest.

Zhao Yansen glanced at her, then lowered his eyes again, carefully tending to her wounds: "Cry."

He suddenly made her cry, but Song Xi couldn't cry anymore.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she stared intently at Zhao Yansen.

His eyes were slightly upturned, his pupils were dark and sharp, and he looked aloof and not easily fooled. He was undeniably handsome, and his silver tongue and eloquence were so sharp that even the zombie king would willingly bow down to him in the apocalypse.

But there's just nothing I can do about her.

Moving her gaze, Song Xi noticed that Zhao Yansen was wearing pajamas under his white shirt, and she suddenly found her brother a bit comical, so she couldn't help but laugh.

A tingling, itchy feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, taking root and sprouting silently.

The city's neon lights receded outside the car window, the light spilling onto the window and creating a crack that reflected Song Xi's two faces.

One photo shows a pure and innocent young girl, the other shows a girl experiencing the first stirrings of love. As she stares intently at Zhao Yansen, the light and shadow reflect into the carriage, shining brightly onto her neck.

The car interior, adorned with luxurious decorations, transforms into a silent execution ground the moment the heartbeat goes astray. The light around the neck becomes the guillotine's blade, and the blood-soaked line of ethics is exposed.

After disinfecting the wound, Zhao Yansen tore off the bandage and glanced at her before applying it.

Their eyes met, and Song Xi felt a little guilty for some reason. Her eyes darted around nervously and excitedly before she quickly looked away.

The throbbing pain in her nerve endings gradually subsided, and she felt no pain at all.

That night, Song Xi had the first bizarre and beautiful dream of her life.

Once the turbulent hormones of adolescence take hold, they will use dreams as a medium to carry dark emotions to the winds of life.

Moist desire and forbidden emotions ignited a karmic fire. The flames burned silently, utterly still, like life and death at the same time.

……

Noticing that Song Xi's eyelids were slowly sliding down, as if she was daydreaming and her mind was wandering off somewhere.

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice low and lazy, with a hint of coldness: "What are you thinking about?"

Song Xi gathered her thoughts and felt a body close behind her, a strong and powerful physique that almost isolated her from the world.

Her shoulder blades pressed against the man's pectoral muscles, and she could almost hear his steady heartbeat, strong and powerful, which he could not disturb no matter how much she stirred up trouble.

"What happened to Ji'an's leg?" she asked casually. "Why does he need to use a wheelchair?"

“A car accident,” Zhao Yansen said succinctly.

Song Xi understood, and then asked, "Can it get better?"

"Undergoing rehabilitation."

He's doing rehabilitation training, which means Zhou Ji'an can stand up again.

But where did his malice towards her come from?

Song Xi fell into deep thought.

At the time of Zhou Ji'an's accident, she was abroad, so it's impossible that she caused the accident.

"Song Xi." Zhao Yansen glanced at her with his dark eyes. "You still have the mind to think about other people?"

Instead of practicing properly, he's only thinking about other guys.

Song Xi tilted her head, her hair brushing against Zhao Yansen's chin. In the vast and boundless golf course, her eyes were bright and clear, and she let out a soft, sweet laugh.

"Brother, Ji'an is your friend, so he shouldn't be considered a stranger, right?"

The girl's warm breath brushed against his Adam's apple, silently blushing Zhao Yansen's ears. His jawline tightened, and his eyes instantly deepened.

Song Xi looked at him, puzzled, but before she could figure it out, the man suddenly tightened his grip on her wrist, and an incredibly strong force assaulted her pulse.

A fear rooted in the body's instincts surged to the nerve endings in an instant.

Song Xi heard herself let out a soft moan.

So low as to be barely audible.

Zhao Yansen firmly controlled her slender wrist, guiding her swing and delivering a clean shot.

The club struck the white ball with a crisp sound, and the golf ball flew out, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before rolling along the green grass and landing precisely in the hole.

Almost simultaneously, the terrifying, savage force on her wrist dissipated.

It skimmed past like a dragonfly skimming the water, like a beast extending its sharp claws and playfully mocking the creature, utterly leisurely.

Her adrenaline surged instantly at the man's actions, a strange and subtle thrill riding like a rollercoaster through Song Xi's brain, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Zhao Yansen's gaze lingered for two seconds longer when it swept over the red marks on her fair wrist.

Tsk.

It turned red without even applying any force.

It's so tender and white that even a light touch will leave a mark.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling a few strands of soft hair, and Song Xi's long eyelashes trembled.

She looked up at Zhao Yansen, her gaze tracing his handsome face inch by inch, trying to find subtle clues, but to no avail.

Zhao Yansen met her watery, dreamy eyes and asked with a half-smile, "Have you learned it yet?"

(End of this chapter)