Fatal Desire

Chapter 35 That was close, I almost pounced on it.
Samoyeds are adorable, with round, bright black eyes that are watery, like two grapes soaked in water.

Upon seeing her, its bouncy, soft triangular ears twitched, and it tilted its head and smiled cutely.

Song Xi's heart felt as if it had been struck by a cotton candy while drawing a bow; it melted completely.

She bent down, hugged the Samoyed, and gently rubbed its round head: "Something this cute can't possibly be my brother."

After Song Xi finished petting the adorable pet, a satisfied smile spread across her face. The moment she looked up, a figure that had appeared out of nowhere suddenly entered her field of vision.

The man had just finished showering, a towel loosely tied around his waist, revealing his perfect proportions. His bangs were damp, and water droplets slowly dripped from the ends of his hair, flowing over his well-defined abs before finally disappearing beneath the narrow towel.

Song Xi's mind was filled with fragmented images that were inappropriate for children. She stared at him without blinking, her ears burning with embarrassment.

"……elder brother."

Zhao Yansen, with his thin eyelids drooping, looked down at her leisurely, sizing her up and down.

The girl held a Samoyed in her arms, its tongue lolling out in a smile. The dog's snow-white ears made her blushing ears look like plum blossoms blooming brightly in the winter snow.

He took a long step forward, stood in front of her, and suddenly raised his hand, calmly pinching her soft ear.

"Song Xi".

The man's fingers covered her ear, the touch hot and intense, like a wooden cabin being lit on a snow-covered glacier.

Song Xi's mind went blank, and her breathing faltered.

Zhao Yansen gently pinched her earlobe with his fingertip, then turned his gaze to look into her clear, bright eyes: "Your ears are so red, do you have a fever?"

He asked the question frankly, without any trace of feigning ignorance.

Song Xi snapped out of her reverie and looked up, saying, "I don't have a fever."

Her hair, which she had tucked behind her ear, fell down. Zhao Yansen casually brushed it back, his fingertips brushing against Song Xi's sensitive area, causing her body to tremble instinctively.

"What are you shaking for?" Zhao Yansen said.

Song Xi held the Samoyed in his left arm and covered the ear that he had touched with his right hand, rubbing it uncomfortably, feeling utterly bewildered.

She didn't answer, her mind racing, and she asked righteously, "Go ahead and be an exhibitionist, why aren't you wearing clothes?"

Zhao Yansen crossed his arms, leaned lazily against the wall, and said indifferently, "This is my room."

The implication was that even if he were completely naked in his room, let alone just wearing a towel, she had no reason to condemn him.

...Fine, the attempt to turn the tables has failed.

Holding the dog with one hand was too tiring, so Song Xi switched to holding the soft Samoyed with both hands, and the fluffy dog's tail immediately wagged excitedly twice.

She glanced at his strong and well-built physique, then quickly looked away and got down to business: "I was waiting for you to have breakfast. I saw you hadn't come down yet, so I came up to call you."

Zhao Yansen watched her silently.

Song Xi pointed to the Samoyed in her arms and continued, "You didn't close the door, and this little guy ran out."

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at the Samoyed, and then slowly looked back at her.

How are your feet?

"It's all better now. The swelling has gone down, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

She is easily injured, but also has a strong ability to heal herself.

After obediently answering, Song Xi looked up at him and asked, "Does it have a name?"

"Bai Qi."

Song Xi thought she had misheard and was dumbfounded: "Idiot? Freeloader?"

Zhao Yansen's lips curled slightly as he slowly leaned closer, his voice trailing off in a teasing tone: "I said—Princess Xixi."

He seemed to be in a good mood, and for the first time since their reunion, he called her by her old nickname.

Looking into his beautiful, captivatingly long, narrow black eyes, Song Xi's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously replied, "Huh?"

"You've been abroad for too long, can't understand Chinese anymore?" Zhao Yansen gazed into her bright eyes. "Bai Qi, the number seven." Song Xi suddenly realized.

Bai Qi is not a freeloader, nor is he an idiot.

But who would give their pet such an ambiguous name?

“It doesn’t sound good, let’s change the name.” Song Xi thought for a moment and said, “How about Qi Qi, or Xiao Qi?”

Zhao Yansen stood up straight, creating some distance between them, but his gaze remained fixed on her face.

She didn't stand on ceremony with his dog; she changed its name without hesitation.

"Qiqi, Qibao." Song Xi teased the smiling angel Samoyed with her slender, clean fingers, her eyes brimming with joy.

The man was barely covered by a bath towel, exposing most of his beautiful and alluring body. Song Xi couldn't help but catch a glimpse, and her blood boiled. She pretended to be calm:
"Brother, I'm taking Xiaoqi to the restaurant first. Try to change your clothes quickly, otherwise the food will get cold and won't taste good."

After saying that, she turned and left. Her steps were unusually quick.

Zhao Yansen's dark pupils reflected Song Xi's back, and a distinct smile curved at one corner of his lips.

Song Xi carried the Samoyed downstairs. As she turned the corner, she suddenly stopped, her back against the stair railing, feeling her heart pounding wildly.

so close.

I almost pounced on him like I always have.

Beauty misleads, beauty misleads.

She placed her hand on her left chest, feeling her heart pounding wildly and uncontrollably.

I'll probably be dreaming again tonight.

Just like that night when Zhao Yansen took off his shirt on the balcony, she dreamed of him.

In her dream, Zhao Yansen's strong arms wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up, calmly walked into the room to the bedside, and easily lifted the blanket.

Then, using his overwhelming strength, he quickly pulled off her skirt, took her hand, placed it under his abs, and made her touch him...

hiss.

Song Xi snapped back to reality, shaking her head vigorously to shake off those lingering, poignant dreams.

My brother wouldn't do that; he's always been very serious about matters between men and women.

She went into the restaurant, handed the Samoyed to the maid to feed, and sat elegantly at the table, waiting for Zhao Yansen while contacting people to choose a car.

The phone screen was filled with images of luxury cars, dazzling Song Xi, when Zhao Yansen got out.

They didn't say much, maintaining their good upbringing and eating slowly and silently.

Today is Saturday. After breakfast, Song Xi was in no hurry to leave. She took a sip of milk and remembered what her aunt had mentioned about visiting her grandmother.

"Brother, when are we going to visit Grandma?"

Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids and looked at her calmly.

Song Xi said, "I can't find the time this month. I have to attend Jiang Meng's wedding at the beginning of next month, and I won't be free until the middle or later of next month."

“Then let’s do it at the end of next month,” Zhao Yansen said readily.

Song Xi immediately smiled and said, "Great!"

Zhao Yansen returned to his study to handle official business. Song Xi did not stay long and was escorted away from the villa by Luo Xiao.

Strangely, the car he arrived in this time was a purplish-gray Ferrari, which was not the style Zhao Yansen liked.

Song Xi sat in her seat, scrolling through her phone listlessly, without asking Luo Xiao about the car.

Instead, Luo Xiao, while waiting for the green light, glanced at the rearview mirror and asked her, "Miss, is this car suitable?"

(End of this chapter)