Fatal Desire

Chapter 45 Can't I Date?

Song Xi turned around, and the man walked over with a leisurely and unhurried gait.

A crisp shirt covered his broad, muscular chest, the collar slightly open, revealing his sexy, full Adam's apple.

Because of the evening breeze, the expensive shirt clung perfectly to his skin, and his muscular chest muscles exuded a powerful hormonal energy.

Song Xi recalled the image of her unbuttoning his shirt one by one last night, and her cheeks began to burn. She unconsciously looked away.

She looked down and saw the tall, slender figure gradually engulf her shadow until the two overlapped.

Zhao Yansen stood in front of her.

Song Xi looked up at his face and said obediently, "I'm not cold."

Zhao Yansen didn't expose her lie. He stepped across the bluestone slabs of the courtyard with her, his tone casual: "You helped me back to my room last night?"

Song Xi was slightly taken aback.

Are you that drunk? You don't even remember this?
"Hmm." She turned her head to look at his handsome, angular face and said honestly, "I ran into you by chance in the corridor. You said you were drunk, so I took you back to your suite."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

Song Xi asked, "What does brother think there should be?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yansen looked down at her, and Song Xi stared back at him without blinking, her eyes full of doubt.

She thought Zhao Yansen would say something, but he just stared at her quietly, his dark eyes calm yet intriguing, with undercurrents swirling within them, as if trying to draw her in.

Song Xi's gaze shifted downwards, landing on his scabbed lips. For a fleeting moment, her eyes darted away.

Like a shooting star suddenly appearing in the boundless night, bright for a moment and then falling rapidly, but he caught it just as quickly as an eagle.

"I didn't say anything, why are you feeling guilty?" Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Song Xi denied it, saying, "I have nothing to hide."

What's there to be ashamed of about kissing him?

She wasn't guilty at all.

Seeing Song Xi walk away to the side, Zhao Yansen grabbed her arm and pulled her back domineeringly, saying lazily, "If you say you don't have it, then you don't. Why are you running away?"

“I didn’t run away, you were just walking too slowly.” Song Xi pulled her hand out of his.

Zhao Yansen was not angry at all; in fact, he even said with amusement in his Beijing accent, "Then you should give way to your older brother."

Song Xi remained silent, muttering to herself.

There's no way a younger person should give way to an older one.

Stepping onto the roof, Zhao Yansen raised his hand and, without changing his expression, tore off the scab on his lips, causing bright red blood to gush out instantly.

He didn't even flinch.

Song Xi raised her head and suddenly caught sight of the injury on Zhao Yansen's lip, immediately arousing suspicion.

Didn't it just scab over?

The wound has reopened?
Song Xi said without much reaction, "Brother, I'm going back to my room."

“Song Xi.” Zhao Yansen’s voice was cold and deep.

Song Xi's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Zhao Yansen bent down slightly, getting closer to her face and looking directly into her eyes: "What exactly did I do to offend you?"

As they drew closer, their alluring eyes revealed the clear changes in their expressions, their breaths rising and falling, intertwining with each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

"No...no." Song Xi involuntarily took a step back.

Zhao Yansen took a step forward and said, "No, you're hot and cold towards me? You saw I was injured, but you acted like nothing happened. Do you really want your brother to bleed to death?"

Song Xi: "..."

A cut lip might bleed a little, it wouldn't kill her, it's not as dramatic as he made it out to be. Strands of hair fell naturally above her brow bone. Zhao Yansen's dark, deep eyes locked onto Song Xi as he spoke calmly, "Dating that silly boy from the Meng family?"

“Meng Weixian isn’t stupid,” Song Xi whispered, refuting her friend’s statement.

Zhao Yansen stared intently at her: "So, you two are actually dating?"

"If you can get married, why can't I date?" Song Xi met his gaze, her pupils clear and bright, but her voice had a slight nasal tone, sounding aggrieved.

Zhao Yansen's tone softened unconsciously: "Who told you I was getting married?"

“Didn’t you promise the old lady you’d get married this year?” Song Xi said.

Zhao Yansen: "Or should we just let the old lady pass away?"

At this point, Song Xi understood.

The old lady threatened Zhao Yansen with his health condition to force him to marry her, and he verbally agreed.

Song Xi, no longer feigning grievance, rebuked him sternly: "You broke your promise; you made a promise to the old lady but then went back on your word."

Zhao Yansen was so angry he laughed.

He grabbed her wrist with his other hand, his fingers sliding down to control one of her fingers, pressing it against his injured lips.

"If we don't get the medicine soon, your brother will die."

With her fingertips pressed against his wound, stained with his blood, Song Xi's heart skipped a beat, but she still forced herself to remain calm and retorted, "Your brother is the one who's dead."

Zhao Yansen took her slightly cool hand in his large hand, pulled her upstairs into his study, found his medicine box, and then asked her to apply the medicine for him.

Song Xi glanced at the medicine box on the solid wood table, then at the man sitting in the leather chair, and fell silent for a moment.

Is he enslaving her?

Oh well, what can he do? She's the one who bit him. Slave it is then.

She didn't even need to open the medicine box; all the items were taken out and placed on the table.

Song Xi took a cotton swab, dipped it in a little iodine, and carefully applied it to Zhao Yansen's broken lips.

Her hair slipped down, brushing against his neck, sending a tingling sensation through him, while the cotton swab brought a cool sensation to his lips.

Song Xi touched the cotton swab and then looked up at Zhao Yansen, as if asking if it hurt and if so she would be gentler.

She leaned close, her warm breath sometimes brushing against his chin, sometimes against his lips. Her movements were earnest and gentle.

The soft, damp touch was like the dark moss in the corner of a wall, sprouting tender green shoots after a gentle drizzle.

Zhao Yansen's thin eyelids slid down, his gaze falling on her slender, fair neck and collarbone, which were smooth and flawless, like snow and jade.

As Song Xi stood in front of him, she suddenly felt a kind of danger wrapped in heat coming towards her. She reflexively stepped back, but the man's long legs, which had been casually spread apart, immediately locked her legs in place.

"The medicine hasn't even been applied yet, where are you trying to run off to?"

Her legs were bound between his knees, pressed together through their clothes. Song Xi felt a warmth on her thighs: "I...get the medicine."

Zhao Yansen stretched out his arm and handed her the medicine: "Give it to her."

Because the wound was on her lip, the process of disinfecting and applying medicine was incredibly long. Song Xi suppressed her instinct to swallow and focused intently on her work.

Having finished the last step, she let out a long sigh of relief: "All done."

Song Xi packed the medicine, cotton swabs, and other items into the medicine box and said, "Then I'm leaving?"

"Ah."

Zhao Yansen didn't try to stop her. He leaned back lazily in his chair, the suppressed itch in his throat finding no outlet. He took a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and flicked the lighter to light it.

Song Xi turned her head and saw it, frowned slightly, and quickly moved closer.

First, a scent of rose and lychee wafted over, and then the cigarette between my lips disappeared.

Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids to look at Song Xi, his pupils dark and deep, his tone casual and amused.

"robbery?"

(End of this chapter)