Fatal Desire

Chapter 63 Going crazy, going crazy
The door closed behind him, and without saying a word, he pulled her straight into the house.

Zhao Yansen's room was large, with high-grade gray walls, black lattice wall decorations, and a mysterious and sophisticated dark-toned decor that was understated, aloof, and luxurious.

It seems that there hasn't been much change since before.

As Song Xi looked around, Zhao Yansen stopped, looked down at her, and scrutinized her with his deep gaze.

The girl's eyes sparkled with curiosity, but her expression remained calm, showing no sign of rejection.

"Why did you leave last night?" he asked, his voice a kind of indistinct, hoarse magnetism.

In the quiet, it is especially captivating.

Song Xi's long eyelashes trembled twice, and her heart began to pound wildly.

he asked.

Proactive.

After a moment of silence, Song Xi looked up at the man, her clear gaze lingering on his handsome face, and said softly:

"Three days and three nights are not enough, too short."

Zhao Yansen smiled and said, "How long do you plan to take?"

Song Xi's heart pounded wildly, as if it would leap out of her chest at any moment. She looked at him; his long, thick eyelashes were curved in a slightly drooping arc.

Song Xi forced herself to remain calm and said, "Let's make it a longer one, preferably until I get tired of it."

The way she said those things about playing the lover had a unique charm.

Zhao Yansen smiled, and when the corners of his thin lips curled up, he always seemed to have a bit of a mischievous look.

"Row."

His casual agreement sounded to her like a twig being thrown into a raging fire, the sound of the branch exploding filling her ears.

Song Xi's eyelids trembled slightly, as if incredulous, as if half-believing and half-doubting, her pupils becoming brighter, like starlight suddenly lit in the dark night.

But it vanished again after only a few seconds.

She bit her lip: "Forget it, you're getting married this year. Rather than me finding someone else later, I might as well find someone now."

Zhao Yansen's eyes were deep. He sat on the sofa, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms without giving her a chance to object.

"what."

Song Xi gasped in surprise. Before she knew it, she was sitting on his strong lap. She was wearing a black slip dress with a thin cardigan over it, and she could feel his powerful and muscular body through the thin fabric.

Zhao Yansen placed his large hand on Song Xi's supple waist, his dark eyes fixed on her: "Didn't I tell you we weren't getting married this year?"

As Song Xi met his gaze, a strange ripple stirred in her heart.

Zhao Yansen will not fall in love with her, but he cannot ignore her.

Whether it's feigning weakness to lure the prey or retreating to advance, any method that achieves the goal is a good one.

Zhao Yansen is now no different from prey that has walked right into the trap.

She just didn't expect it to happen so quickly; she had even devised several traps for him.

Zhao Yansen examined Song Xi's face closely.

His intensely aggressive gaze moved inch by inch across her face, causing Song Xi's heart, which had just calmed down, to suddenly surge and pound wildly again.

Bang bang bang!
Song Xi couldn't help but raise her hand to hug Zhao Yansen's neck, tilt her head back and quickly lean in, her cherry lips lightly touching his lips.

A kiss as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, so gentle, like a warm spring breeze gently blowing across the heart, lifting the hem of a skirt.

Zhao Yansen smiled, his voice low and seductive: "Idiot, that's not how you kiss."

"Come closer," he said, his tone carrying a hint of command, but his dark eyes held an undeniable tenderness.

Song Xi sat on his lap and involuntarily moved forward.

Zhao Yansen took the opportunity to spread her knees apart, allowing her to straddle him in an extremely ambiguous position.

His burning palms gripped the back of her knees, sending a shiver of passion through her, an electric current radiating from the point of contact to the very nerve endings.

Zhao Yansen said in a deep voice, "Continue."

Song Xi felt a chill run down her spine, tilted her head back, and kissed him.

The girl's lips rubbed against the man's thin lips, her mouth slightly open, gently biting and sucking.

Her kissing skills were personally taught by Zhao Yansen; her tongues swirled and intertwined, creating a wet and passionate kiss. Zhao Yansen's large hand, resting on Song Xi's waist, clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his pale hand standing out clearly, brimming with unimaginable power and wildness.

No longer content with the delicate caress of their lips, Zhao Yansen used his other large hand to grab the back of her head and fiercely snatched the kiss away.

Song Xi could only feel his hot breath on her cheeks, and her nostrils were completely filled with his cool and pleasant scent.

Lips pressed together, lips and tongue invading.

Song Xi's hand rested on the man's hard chest, his muscles firm, which made her fingertips tremble instinctively.

Her tongue was numb from his sucking, and the intense yet tender kiss made her sway and her body suddenly rise.

The dangerous heartbeat he brought kept assaulting her.

I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy.

As he took a breath, Zhao Yansen's Adam's apple bobbed sensually, his forehead pressed against Song Xi's.

His face was inches from hers, their breaths mingling.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on Song Xi's forehead, her soft cheeks flushed pink, her breathing quickened, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Zhao Yansen wiped the dampness from her lips with his fingertips, glanced at her sweat-dampened temples, and spoke in a deep, husky voice:

"Do you want to take off your clothes?"

The two were very close, and Song Xi could clearly sense his desire. Her body felt as if it had been burned, and she wanted to leave, but she lost her ability to move.

Zhao Yansen didn't need her to answer. He skillfully took off her thin cardigan and casually tossed it aside.

The two straps of her black nightgown hung delicately on her snow-white shoulders, the extreme black and extreme white colliding to create an ultimate allure.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head, his lips pressed against her shoulder, kissing her repeatedly, his hot breath spraying onto her delicate skin, seductive and alluring.

Song Xi's body was almost taut like a bowstring, and she couldn't help but move back a little.

Just like last time.

She turned her head, noticed the tie hanging on the back of the sofa, her eyes flickered, she frowned slightly, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother..."

"Ok?"

"You... let go of me."

Zhao Yansen was taken aback. He suppressed his surging desire, looked at her with restrained yet focused eyes, and finally slowly let go.

Song Xi didn't notice the desolation in the man's eyes. She took a deep breath, turned to the side, and climbed onto the other side of the sofa.

The crystal chandelier overhead was bright. Zhao Yansen leaned back on the sofa and looked up. Whether he found it too dazzling or wanted to hide something, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at her.

I thought she had left.

But less than two minutes later, he suddenly felt a weight on his leg, and soft, warm flesh embraced him once more.

Zhao Yansen's heart skipped a beat. He opened his eyes and saw Song Xi's enthusiastic and obedient appearance.

She gestured to the tie in her hand, her tone earnest: "May I use this to tie you up?"

Zhao Yansen looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and smiled.

Song Hee is the most polite princess in the world.

He grunted, his voice hoarse and deep.

Song Xi leaned forward, untied his tie, wrapped it around Zhao Yansen's head, blindfolded him, and obediently tied it.

With vision blocked, the other senses become clear.

Zhao Yansen noticed that Song Xi was gripping his right hand tightly, raising it up and moving it to his thigh.

The man's hands were beautiful, with well-defined and long finger bones, and prominent veins on the back of his hands that extended all the way to the cuff of his shirt, making him look especially sexy and abstinent.

The girl's weight suddenly disappeared from his body, and Zhao Yansen couldn't help but frown: "Xixi."

"What's wrong?" Song Xi's voice was a little nervous, with a sweet tone at the end, and the word '了' sounded like '啦'.

Before Zhao Yansen could speak, his breathing suddenly became heavy.

Song Xi slowly sat down.

The man's palm was warm, his knuckles were strong, and his fingertips had thin calluses. Just a touch from his hand was enough to make her tremble uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)