Fatal Desire

Chapter 41 Lovers or Enemies?

The corridor ceiling lights were dim, and the sudden accident almost made one's breath catch in their throat.

A familiar, cool sandalwood scent wafted through the air, domineering and intense, completely masking any sense of danger.

Song Xi's heart raced, her breathing quickened, and she felt a moment of disorientation: "Brother? Is that you?"

The man's head drooped slightly on her shoulder, but his weight didn't fall on her at all. She couldn't see his face, but she could faintly hear a hoarse, magnetic "hmm".

Song Xi gasped and tried to struggle to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and forced her back down.

Zhao Yansen straightened up, but after only two seconds, he bent down again, his face slowly pressing against hers.

Song Xi stared at him in surprise. The distance between them was shrinking infinitely, getting closer and closer, so close that she thought Zhao Yansen would kiss her, but he stopped just inches away.

"Have you been drinking?" His voice was so pleasant that it sent a jolt of pleasure through her from the roots of her ears to the very tips of her nerves.

Song Xi drank champagne that evening; the purest and finest wine left a slight champagne taste on her lips.

Not only did he smell champagne, but Song Xi's delicate fragrance, combined with her body heat, warmly reached Zhao Yansen's nose.

"I drank a little." Song Xi didn't quite tell the truth. She looked at his impeccably handsome face, his high nose bridge, and his nose almost touching hers... Her body itched, and her heart itched too.

Zhao Yansen's lips suddenly curled up, seeing through her lie, but he didn't take it to heart and chuckled softly.

The dimly lit and silent corridor amplified his laughter.

It was as if something cold and strange had slipped into Song Xi's ears, seeping into every cell of her body and creating a subtle resonance with her mind.

A man's aura is so strong that even without saying a word, he cannot be ignored.

After a moment of silence, Song Xi opened her mouth, about to speak, but before the sound could escape her throat, Zhao Yansen suddenly pressed his long, strong index finger against her lips, signaling her to be quiet.

In an instant, Song Xi heard her heartbeat quicken, and the sound of adrenaline surging rang in her ears.

She couldn't tell if it was shock, fear, or excitement.

Physical contact with him always seemed to give her an indescribable thrill. Not to mention, his long finger had entered her.

The stimulation was so intense that it made the blood boil, almost like a disease.

A voice rang out from somewhere: "Where's that gentleman? Call him over for a drink! We can't waste so much good wine. If we can't finish it tonight, we can continue drinking tomorrow!"

Chi Wang's words were somewhat indistinct, indicating he was probably about 70-80% drunk.

During his recovery period, Zhou Ji'an could not drink alcohol, but his pronunciation was exceptionally clear: "Give him the phone, let him make the call himself."

At that moment, Zhao Yansen lowered his head, resting it on Song Xi's shoulder, thus relieving some of his weight.

"I'm drunk, take me back to my room." Perhaps because he had drunk too much, his voice was slightly weak. It was as if he was about to die and needed her to keep him alive.

"okay."

Song Xi struggled to regain her composure. She was the kind of person who could always greet people with a smile, no matter how angry or nervous she was. Even though her heart was pounding, she was still able to maintain her composure and help Zhao Yansen.

Fortunately, the man was a good drinker and didn't get completely drunk. He walked steadily, and Song Xi didn't have much trouble swiping the room card to open the suite door and helping him to the bedside.

She gently placed him on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Yansen had his eyes closed and was breathing evenly, as if he were asleep.

Song Xi asked softly, "Brother, are you still awake?"

no respond.

Song Xi stood by the bed and looked at him for a moment, then took off her high heels, climbed onto the bed, and obediently knelt down next to Zhao Yansen. With one hand, she gently lifted his head, and with the other hand, she took a pillow and placed it under his head.

Her gaze moved from the man's neat short hair all the way down to his long legs.

He doesn't like to wear clothes to bed.

Song Xi shifted her position slightly, and without hesitation, lowered her eyes and began to unbutton Zhao Yansen's shirt from top to bottom. As the buttons were undone one by one, his muscular body was revealed, his V-line clearly defined and sexy, and his chest and abdominal muscles firm and powerful.

Even by the most stringent aesthetic standards, Zhao Yansen's hands and that thing could be considered very beautiful.

However, the two are different types of beauty.

His hands matched his noble and elegant demeanor, but his manhood, in comparison, seemed too barbaric.

After Song Xi unbuttoned her shirt, her gaze fell on the man's belt, and she involuntarily held her breath.

It will be inconvenient from now on.

Song Xi stared intently at Zhao Yansen, who was shirtless, swallowed hard, and tasted the lingering alcohol.

In ancient Greek mythology, Dionysus, the god of wine, symbolizes revelry, freedom, and the primal power of life.

Even though Zhao Yansen was not awake, she felt as if his presence permeated her.

Song Xi's gaze moved inch by inch, finally settling on Zhao Yansen's pale, slender, and bony fingers—

That hand had just touched her lips.

Song Xi reached out and squeezed his two thick fingers, a long-lost touch.

After a short while, she gently took Zhao Yansen's hand and intertwined her fingers with his, completely satisfied.

Song Xi lay down on her side, curled up next to the man. His body gave her a sense of security to the greatest extent, and just that, she had the illusion of being completely covered.

Song Xi's heart was pounding, as if it were about to explode, and her adrenaline surged to its peak in an instant.

A crazy thought, like boiling water, was rushing through her veins, and restless sounds drifted to her ears, thumping her eardrums.

Song Xi didn't want to appear spineless.

But whenever she saw Zhao Yansen, she wanted to get close to him, as if she had contracted a condition similar to skin hunger.

Moreover, her symptoms were more severe than ever before.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered a scene from the past.

That was at home, in his room.

She straddled his lap, pinched his chin with her fingers, and asked looking down at him, "Lover or enemy?"

“I won’t choose any of them.” His voice turned cold as he removed her hand. “Song Xi, I’m your brother.”

Without hesitation.

Ruthless.

As night deepened, a wind picked up outside, causing the leaves to rustle and fall, casting swaying shadows on the ground, silently brewing a spring rain.

Song Xi released Zhao Yansen's hand, sat up, and looked at him without saying a word.

After a long while, she reached out and grabbed Zhao Yansen's neck with both hands, pressing her thumbs on his protruding Adam's apple. Her fingers suddenly increased the pressure, then abruptly relaxed, as if she were considering whether to kill him outright.

She knew that Zhao Yansen was never wrong in matters of the heart; he simply didn't love her.

She had asked herself countless times: Was it my mistake to fall in love with Zhao Yansen?
The answer is always the same: no.

Song Xi stopped thinking and smiled silently.

No matter what she feels inside, she can always show an impeccable smile on her face.

Song Xi released his hands, turned around, and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her down abruptly. Caught off guard, Song Xi lunged straight at Zhao Yansen.

Wake up...you're awake?
(End of this chapter)