Fatal Desire

Chapter 19 She leaned closer, her cheek pressed against his face.

The man's fingers were long, clean, and with distinct knuckles, easily gripping the back of Song Xi's neck.

His calloused fingertips lightly brushed against her skin.

A cold wind blew through Song Xi's spine, but the spot on the back of her neck where the man had touched her felt as if it had been scorched by the blazing sun, leaving only a burning sensation.

The scalding heat seeped into her skin, extending all the way to her heart, causing Song Xi's heart to skip a beat.

A brisk breeze swept by, rustling the leaves. She smelled the distinctive cool sandalwood scent on his clothes, mingled with the gurgling sound of the nearby lake, creating a damp atmosphere reminiscent of a summer night's downpour.

Song Xi sighed and honestly replied, "I had an appointment with a colleague to discuss work."

"Did you drive here?" Zhao Yansen released his grip and asked in a casual tone.

"I didn't drive," Song Xi replied. "I took a taxi."

Zhao Yansen: "Why didn't you have the driver take you?"

Song Xi: "Next time for sure!"

Zhao Yansen: "..."

He looked at Song Xi expressionlessly, only to be met with a bright and cheerful look from Song Xi in return.

When their eyes met, Song Xi's cheeks were suddenly damp with cold drops of sweat, and she turned her head away.

White snowflakes, like willow catkins, drifted down from the sky, covering the green grass with a thick blanket of snow.

Snowing.

Just then, his phone rang. Song Xi glanced at it; it was Shang Shixu calling. Judging by the time, he should be at the club entrance by now.

Holding up her phone, she said to Zhao Yansen, "Brother, my colleague called, I'm leaving now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Xi turned around and started jogging. The wind and snow fluttered the ends of her hair like butterflies dancing in the air.

Zhao Yansen stood under the tree, watching her somewhat hurried steps, his brow furrowing slightly.

The girl was wearing white casual clothes, the style of which was loose, but she still looked slender with her thin shoulders and waist.

If you're not careful, the wind will blow you away, and you'll disappear from his sight again.

Song Xi walked quickly outside, about to step into the heavy snow, when a waiter from the club stopped her and handed her a black-ribbed umbrella.

"Miss Song, it's snowing heavily outside, please take care of yourself."

Song Xi thanked him, accepted the gift, and left the club without stopping.

The club operates on a membership system, parking is calculated by the second, and access is strictly controlled; commercial vehicles can only park outside.

A gray Cayenne, purchased two years ago to celebrate Morningside securing a large order.

Snow was falling outside. Song Xi, holding a black umbrella with the handle draped over her right shoulder, walked straight over, opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat.

"Wait for a long time?"

"You're here as soon as I arrived." Shang Shixu handed Song Xi a brown paper document bag from the center console. "There are five government policies that are closely related to us, and we need to adjust the company's future strategic deployment."

"Yes, the Chinese and Swiss sides will reply within a month."

Song Xi fastened her seatbelt, her fair and clean fingers weaving around the lines to retrieve a stack of documents.

Shang Shixu turned his head to look at her: "When are you going into the lab?"

Morningside was just starting out and was not large in scale. Drug research was mainly handled by Song Xi, while management was handled by Shang Shixu, including external socializing, attending dinner parties to maintain connections, etc.

"Next week," Song Xi said, her eyes lowered as she read the documents. "Let's get used to the climate in China first."

"Are you still feeling unwell?" Shang Shixu asked again.

"It has nothing to do with being unaccustomed to the water and soil," Song Xi said. "I haven't adjusted to the time difference yet, and I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

"Health comes first. You should rest well. I'll take care of things at the company." Shang Shixu started the engine.

Song Xi casually hummed in agreement.

As she started the car, she glanced out the window and unexpectedly saw a Cullinan driving smoothly out of the club through the rearview mirror.

The Cullinan wasn't moving fast, and the snow was falling heavier and heavier, but the rear window was rolled down. A long, slender, and perfectly shaped hand was resting on the windowsill, the crimson fingertips particularly striking in the vast snow fog.

Song Xi stared at the rearview mirror for a while. The surrounding streetlights lit up, illuminating a clear, empty space, and her heart suddenly felt heavy.

Some memories clung to me like seaweed.

The last winter she spent in Beijing before going abroad.

That winter, snowflakes danced in the air, neither smoke nor fog, as if the whole world was shrouded in a vast expanse of snow.

Song Xi briefly attended a university in China, and during that time she would go home every weekend to be with Song Yunyu.

However, due to final exams and group activities, she didn't return to the courtyard house for a month.

With the arrival of winter break, the girls in the dormitory got together for dinner, and Song Xi didn't get home until very late.

Old Liao drove her back to the courtyard house. She was drunk and incoherent, but she still remembered to tell him not to tell her aunt.

Back in the east wing, the aunt saw that her cheeks were flushed and knew that she had been drinking. She helped her to the sofa to rest and then went to the kitchen to make a hangover soup.

Just a few minutes later, the aunt returned to the living room with the hangover soup, but the sofa was empty.

The girl who was lying there obediently has disappeared.

Where did she go?

Song Xi, drunk, went upstairs and knocked on Zhao Yansen's bedroom door.

She reeked of alcohol. As soon as the door opened, she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and softly called out, "Brother."

"Song Xi." He seemed a little angry that she came home late. "What time is it? You still know how to come home?"

She feigned innocence and said sweetly, "Right now... I like my brother a little more."

Song Xi was so drunk that she couldn't stand steadily and just wanted to rely on him. She wrapped her legs around his strong, thin waist like a koala.

Zhao Yansen wrapped his arms around her waist, his large hands supporting her hips, letting her hang on him.

"How much did you drink?"

Song Xi held up two fingers, smiled with her eyes crinkling, and said, "Not much, just one cup."

"This is three."

"You're talking nonsense, it's clearly one!"

"three."

"No, it's one!"

Zhao Yansen carried her to the big bed, and Song Xi lay down. But after only two seconds, she struggled to get up and grabbed him.

The man was tall and strong, and no one could pin him down, but Zhao Yansen simply let Song Xi drag him along and lay down on the bed.

She leaned closer, her cold cheek pressed against his warm face.

Zhao Yansen didn't move, letting his body warmth comfort her.

After their faces were pressed together for a while, Song Xi tilted her head and smiled, gently stroking his face before pressing her crimson lips against his.

A series of awkward kisses, tinged with the sweet taste of wine, fell as he said, "I feel at ease kissing you."

Zhao Yansen smiled lazily: "Who did you have dinner with tonight?"

“My roommate,” Song Xi said honestly. “My roommate’s boyfriend and friends are here too, so there are four girls and four boys in total.”

Hearing this, Zhao Yansen became a little displeased again. He unbuttoned her clothes one button at a time with his slender, beautiful hands.

His long fingers slid down her waist, touching her without obstruction, gently rubbing and grinding, exploring slowly and deliberately.

The huge room was completely silent, amplifying her heavy breathing.

He just stared at her, neither kissing her nor giving her anything.

She was left hanging there, neither up nor down, her eyes welling up with tears, and she whimpered in a sob, "It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

(End of this chapter)