Fatal Desire

Chapter 65 Kissing Under the Blankets

Zhao Yansen raised his hand and gently stroked her damp cheek with the back of his fingers: "What's the problem?"

Song Xi nestled in his arms and looked up at him: "Can Meng Weixian withdraw from the Meng family's project? He knows nothing about business. Staying there is just a hindrance and he's of no use at all."

The two thin straps of her nightgown had just been pried open by his teeth, and now her bare shoulders were fully visible to Zhao Yansen. He hooked the straps with his fingertips and pulled them back to their original position very, very slowly.

"Is he that bad?" The tone suggested someone who enjoyed watching the drama unfold.

Song Xi: "It's alright, everyone has their strengths."

Meng Weixian is not good at business, but he has an extraordinary passion and talent for astronomy.

Otherwise, Jiang Shangxue, as the heir of the Jiang family, would not have taken a liking to this good-for-nothing young master.

Song Xi spoke the truth, but men clearly didn't like hearing the truth, or they didn't like hearing her praise other men.

Just as Zhao Yansen had hooked her two shoulder straps back into place, upon hearing this, he lightly flicked his fingertips and slowly pulled one of the thin straps to her shoulder, his tone ambiguous: "Is that so?"

“Yes.” Song Xi, oblivious, squirmed in the man’s arms. “Why don’t you let him come back? If he stays any longer, he’ll probably go insane.”

It's not acting cute, but it gives the impression of it.

Zhao Yansen smiled faintly and finally gave in to her wishes: "Then let's stay for another two months."

"Isn't two months too long?" Song Xi asked.

Zhao Yansen narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger in his gaze: "Trying to bargain with me?"

Song Xi immediately changed her tune: "No, it's not actually that long."

Two months... Meng Weixian's return is just in time to attend her birthday party.

Zhao Yansen stretched out his arm, grabbed the cardboard box, took out a few sheets, and gently wiped them clean for her.

The air was thick with the scent of passion, impossible to ignore.

Song Xi buried her face in Zhao Yansen's shoulder, her cheeks burning, and dared not move as he gently wiped her face.

When she nestled in Zhao Yansen's arms, she was mostly soft and coquettish.

He took good care of her.

In daily life, Song Xi would cling to Zhao Yansen, but she would never try to please him.

If we disregard his actions just now and now, Zhao Yansen's care for her is beyond reproach.

In the silent bedroom, Song Xi suddenly sobbed.

Zhao Yansen moved his large hand in front of her eyes, gesturing for her to look: "Song Xi, my hand has become your personal little toy."

Song Xi raised her hand and compared it to his large palm, then said seriously, "Your hands are quite large."

He has great strength in every part of his body.

A smile appeared in Zhao Yansen's dark eyes. He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, and scolded her in a low voice:
"You are not allowed to say such things to any man other than me."

"Why?" Song Xi pressed.

“I’ll be unhappy if you reward other men.” Zhao Yansen stared at her with his dark, deep eyes. “You don’t want me to be angry, do you?”

"Oh."

Song Xi outwardly agreed.

Her hair was jet black and long, shimmering like silk under the light.

After wiping her clean, Zhao Yansen took a thin cardigan and helped her put it on. Just like before, his physical reaction was so obvious, yet he could still help her get dressed as if nothing was wrong.

Looking at the man's cold and calm eyes, Song Xi felt a part of her heart slowly curl up like a spring bud.

While she was in a daze, Zhao Yansen hooked his arm around her knees and lifted her up in a princess carry. Song Xi subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.

At this time, the servants wouldn't appear out of thin air without permission, but the entire courtyard was quiet, which amplified the sound of heartbeats, making it especially terrifying.

Song Xi unconsciously wrapped her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck, burying her face deep into the crook of his neck.

Zhao Yansen glanced down at her and clicked his tongue almost imperceptibly.

The two rooms were not far apart.

Zhao Yansen carried Song Xi into the room, leaned down, pressed her close to the covers, and kissed her.

After kissing for a few minutes, he pulled away slightly, stared at her for a moment, and then suddenly pressed down even tighter, bringing them close together. Song Xi, her eyes glazed over from the kiss, thought Zhao Yansen would continue, but instead he gently stroked her face for a while and whispered, "Goodnight."

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Song Xi sat up abruptly and grabbed his fingers: "Zhao Yansen!"

Song Xi wasn't like a cat or dog, obedient to her pets. She was more like a small carnivorous Tyrannosaurus Rex, with a hard skull, gentle on the outside but tough on the inside, occasionally bumping into people in a spoiled manner.

Zhao Yansen looked at Song Xi for a moment, her shy and affectionate eyes now staring at him with shock and anger.

He knew perfectly well why she was angry.

Song Xi was extremely displeased and said that he was the one who wanted to sleep with her, but he refused her again and again throughout the night.

She uses his hand, and he wants to pull away; she uses him, and he wants to leave.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Zhao Yansen's eyes as he leaned closer again and pinned her to the bed.

The man's tall and powerful body easily covered Song Xi, and she stared at him without blinking.

Does being close to me like this make you feel disgusted?

Before Song Xi could finish speaking, Zhao Yansen suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled it in an unknown direction, paused near the heat, and then covered the back of her hand with his palm, rubbing it heavily a few times.

Song Xi's pupils suddenly dilated, utterly shocked.

The girl's hands were soft and delicate, and Zhao Yansen let out a sexy gasp.

"How about it."

The man's eyes were deep, and his voice was hoarse: "You have complete control. Are you going to get angry or faint?"

She has a low tolerance for stress, and every time he worried that she would faint, he would restrain himself and stop.

She was already shaking so badly just from touching her fingertips; if she did it again, her body couldn't handle it.

"No... I don't want any of them..."

A burning, powerful force spread from her skin to her mind, silently threatening her.

"Get some rest." Zhao Yansen released her hand, patted her head, and said gently, "Rest well before you sleep with me."

Upon hearing this, Song Xi's eyes shone with a starlight-like brilliance, and the blood in his body surged and rushed excitedly into his internal organs.

Zhao Yansen suppressed his damp desire, tucked her in, and before leaving, he stood at the door and looked back one last time.

Song Xi jumped up excitedly, hugged the two-meter-tall teddy bear, wrapped her arms and legs around it, and kicked her feet excitedly.

I don't know what she's so happy about.

Of course I am happy.

It was hard for Song Xi not to be excited when Zhao Yansen said things like "sleep with me".

With his mind satisfied, Song Xi slept very soundly, the only pity being that Zhao Yansen was not in his dream.

Zhao Yansen didn't sleep all night.

Song Xi only told Qin Fanghao about Meng Weixian's matter and didn't tell anyone else, including Shang Shixu.

The morning meeting mainly consisted of each department reporting on their quarterly work summaries and semi-annual goals.

After the meeting, Shang Shixu went to Song Xi's office to find her. Cheng Nian, who was at her workstation outside the door, stood up and said respectfully, "President Shang, Manager Tang Qiming just went in to see President Song."

"Then I'll come back later." Shang Shixu glanced at the bamboo curtain drawn in the office and said, "When you're done, give me an internal call."

"Okay, Mr. Shang."

An hour later, Shang Shixu finally met Song Xi.

She sat at her desk, twirling a pen with her slender, fair fingers, unusually relaxed and in a cheerful mood.

Shang Shixu asked with a smile, "Has anything good happened lately?"

Song Xi smiled, opened a drawer, took out an exquisitely designed invitation, and handed it to him: "A charity gala, are you interested?"

"The Chi family?" Shang Shixu examined the invitation for a moment. "That mixed-race young master, Chi Wang?"

(End of this chapter)