Fatal Desire

Chapter 60 Song Xi, how dare you!

The girl wore a rose-patterned silk nightgown, and her slender, long legs shone white under the overhead light.

She looked up at him, her delicate features and affectionate peach blossom eyes exuding a captivating charm and beauty.

Under the girl's gaze, Zhao Yansen calmly walked into the room with the air of a master, closed the door behind him, and stepped inside unhurriedly.

"I came to see you." He said these three words to her in a nonchalant tone, making it impossible to tell whether he was angry or not.

Song Xi blinked blankly, turned around and followed him, asking in confusion, "How did you know I was here?"

“I know where you are and what you’re doing.” Zhao Yansen chuckled meaningfully, strode to the bed in the bedroom, and saw the opened condom on the bedside table.

One is missing.

His eyes immediately turned cold and gloomy. His gaze swept over the trash can and landed on the condoms soaking in lubricant.

It wasn't tied up, either it hadn't been used, or the man's cerebellum was so atrophied that he didn't even know how to tie a condom.

Song Xi was still savoring the man's arrogant and aloof laughter when she followed his gaze and saw an unpacked condom.

She suddenly looked up, opened her lips, and unconsciously raised her voice: "Brother!"

Before he could even begin to scold her, she was startled.

Zhao Yansen maintained the composed demeanor of an elder, as if eager to check on the girl's condition. He leaned down, sniffed her neck, then lifted his eyelids, looked directly into her eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Song Xi, how dare you!"

Before disciplining a naughty child, parents often call out their name first and then make a threat.

The man's cold, dark eyes reflected her face; the former possessed an inorganic coldness, while the latter exuded a warmth that drew them closer.

Song Xi had never seen Zhao Yansen so fierce before, and she unconsciously clenched the fabric of her nightgown with her hands hanging at her sides.

The girl lowered her head and remained silent.

When Zhao Yansen entered, he calmly surveyed the suite, and there was no sign of any other man in the room at that moment.

He looked at the seemingly docile and obedient girl and said, "Why don't you go home? What are you planning to do by booking a hotel room?"

Song Xi pursed her lips, loosened her nightgown, and unconsciously pressed her right thumb against the web of her left hand.

Zhao Yansen glanced down and heard her say slowly:
"You promised you wouldn't interfere with my dating life anymore."

Four years ago, the two broke up—he did say something similar when she unilaterally abandoned him.

Zhao Yansen said slowly and deliberately, "I mean, abroad."

He didn't interfere when she was dating abroad, but now she's back.

Upon hearing this, Song Xi suddenly raised her head, her face held high, her eyes stubbornly staring at him, clearly condemning him for taking advantage of her words, or perhaps defending her right to free love.

Zhao Yansen had just checked Song Xi's condition, his gaze sliding over her exposed skin inch by inch. Her scent, condition, and even the marks on her body all indicated that she had not been contaminated.

In the past, Song Xi would immediately bow her head and admit her mistake under his pressure whenever she sensed that Zhao Yansen was angry. But this time, she stubbornly looked up and stared at him without blinking.

Zhao Yansen took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the single sofa. His gaze shifted, and he saw the girl still standing there, her beautiful eyes filled with the words "unconvinced."

"Xi Xi." Zhao Yansen glanced at Song Xi's stubborn expression, a half-smile on his face, "I think you're about to ride on my head."

It's not like I haven't ridden it before.

The man's seemingly casual yet ruthless words inexplicably struck a nerve with Song Xi, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

As Song Xi met Zhao Yansen's gaze, her heart rate gradually changed. Something surged through her body, causing her to feel uncontrollably hot.

She was somewhat afraid of this standoff and wanted to slip away, but the man's gaze was like a nail, firmly pinning her to the spot. Let alone running away, even if she took a small step, he would make her cry out in pain.

Song Xi had no idea that Zhao Yansen would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

She asked Qin Fanghao for the contact information of entertainment reporters, instructing them to take photos of her and Zuo Ci shopping and entering a hotel—the more ambiguous the angle of the candid shots, the better.

She was sure Zhao Yansen would call her if he saw it, so she waited anxiously by her phone.

Who could have predicted that he would suddenly return and even catch up with the hotel staff?

My sweet feelings are almost dried up and turned into suffocating mud.

Zhao Yansen's gaze slowly moved from the top of her head down to her feet, then back up to her head, finally settling on her face.

"So you like this one." He said in an ambiguous tone.

Song Xi feigned ignorance: "What?"

"You're really going to great lengths. You even went out of your way to have someone take photos and release them online, hoping he can use your influence to make a comeback?"

Zhao Yansen's thin lips curled into a faint smile, a smile laced with coldness and sarcasm, and Song Xi's scalp tingled.

Men have terrifying insight, so they naturally saw through that she and Zuo Ci were not dating, but her being so nice to a man out of nowhere... proved that she had feelings for Zuo Ci.

Things suddenly seemed to plummet from the clouds, and the future became unpredictable.

Song Xi raised her eyelashes and looked at Zhao Yansen on the sofa.

Four years later, he had become more composed and mature, his strong and tall physique making him an even more sexy and alluring figure, exuding a strong sexual tension and hormones.

At this moment, she kept her mouth shut, not uttering a single word, afraid that if she relaxed her guard even slightly, he would seize the opportunity to exploit her weakness.

Zhao Yansen looked at her calmly, seemingly unaware of her tense nerves.

"You have no idea how dirty those men are?" he asked her expressionlessly, his tone icy.

Song Xi retorted firmly: "Zuo Ci has never been in a relationship, he's clean."

Zhao Yansen's gaze froze instantly.

Their eyes were fixed on each other. Song Xi's cheeks burned from the man's provocation, and her heart pounded in her chest.

The halo of the overhead light outlined Zhao Yansen's handsome features, and his cold, sharp, and deep black eyes gazed at her.

"You want something that I can't give you, so you have to lower yourself to hang out with other men?"

That's what he said back then. His little princess, whom he had raised with great difficulty, was noble and pure, and he couldn't let her suffer.

Song Xi's nose stung, her breathing became almost inaudible. She bit her lip and remained silent for a few seconds before taking a step forward, getting closer to the man, staring intently at him, and speaking:
"You can give me a lot of things, but there's one thing you can't give me."

Like a gentleman who accommodates a short girl, Zhao Yansen lowered his head and looked at her intently.

The man's high, straight nose was just a hair's breadth away from touching hers.

Song Xi took a deep breath and asked clearly, "He can let me sleep for three days and three nights, can you?" Then she repeated the question in one breath, "Brother, can you?"

Almost without hesitation, Zhao Yansen gave a low scoff, slightly lifting his eyelids, his intensely aggressive gaze meeting hers, his tone cold and sharp:

How do you know you can't?

No matter how strong, cold-blooded, or ruthless an older brother may be, he will never force love.

Because he couldn't bear to hurt Xixi.

On the Cultivation of a Top-Tier Sister-Complex

But Xixi is different.

On the Path to Darkness for Brother-Obsessed Individuals

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