Fatal Desire

Chapter 69 Intensifying the Stealing of Her Breath
The man's firm, full pectoral muscles pressed against Song Xi, and his large, well-defined hands easily grasped her slender waist, rendering her unable to move.

Song Xi stared at him intently, without saying a word.

Zhao Yansen looked at her trembling long eyelashes, which resembled two exquisite little fans, making people feel comfortable.

The little princess was quiet, surely plotting a wicked idea.

Song Xi was pondering a solution.

If Zhao Yansen comes home tonight, should I take off his shirt first, or his pants? Or should I just let him take them off himself? After all, he's the one who sleeps with her, so he should listen to her.

But she also liked to peel back his layers like unwrapping a gift...

Song Xi frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a kiss landed on my neck, and hot, moist breath sprayed onto my chin, spreading upwards along my hairline, stirring a tingling, numbing sensation.

Song Xi couldn't help but shrink her neck, and then her soft earlobe was bitten and sucked, like a cheetah suddenly seizing its prey, exciting and dangerous.

"Waaah...don't bite me..."

Song Xi struggled and dodged, managing to avoid it.

Zhao Yansen chuckled softly, without using force to pull her back into his mouth and swallow her whole.

Song Xi was puzzled and turned to look at him, then was stunned for a moment.

The man's handsome face was flushed with a faint blush, and his deep, dark eyes were extremely deep, exuding a decadent and alluring charm.

"Song Xier." His voice, tinged with the effects of strong liquor, was deep and sexy, calling someone's name sounding like he was coaxing them.

Song Xi protested: "My name is not Song Xi'er."

Zhao Yansen smiled and coaxed, "Then what's your name?"

His lips were beautiful, thin and well-defined, and when he pursed them, they seemed indifferent, but more than indifference, they conveyed desire.

Song Xi didn't answer his question. Instead, she looked up and met his gaze: "Are you drunk?"

"What do you think?" Zhao Yansen was also looking at her, his eyes like a bottomless ancient well, deep and mysterious.

As their eyes met, the man's dark eyes were unwavering, his sharp, cold pupils like razor-sharp blades, as if something was about to burst from his eye sockets, yet he was still trying his best to restrain himself.

Song Xi's heart skipped a beat, her scalp tingled, and her limbs felt as if they were tightly bound by countless vines, rendering her unable to move.

At this moment, Zhao Yansen seemed to be divided into two extremes in her eyes.

One is a calm and composed elder, and the other is a ruthless and dangerous man.

His deep gaze was fixed on her face, his sharp Adam's apple bobbing slightly, as if giving a command:

Song Xi, kiss me.

Now, whether Zhao Yansen is drunk or not, she can kiss him.

After confirming, Song Xi put her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck and kissed his cheek.

After all, someone could come in at any time, so her voice sounded a little nervous: "I'm not drunk. My brother has a high alcohol tolerance, so he won't get drunk so quickly."

The girl's ear tips were tinged with a thin layer of red, which then extended to the corners of her eyes, like a snow-capped mountain at sunrise, where every inch of white snow was gradually gilded by the bright sunlight.

Zhao Yansen's eyes suddenly darkened, and he used his thumb and forefinger to grip her chin, avoiding her high nose bridge, pressing down with a strong sense of invasiveness.

His kiss was full of desire.

Having grown up alongside Song Xi, the man knew every whim and feeling she had, and this knowledge extended far beyond the basics of daily life. The extent of his caresses, the intensity of his kisses… in more intimate contact, even the slightest touch from him could make her tremble and break.

Song Xi was enveloped in the warmth of Zhao Yansen's body, her waist burning hot from his palms, and her body temperature soaring.

He used to often put her on his lap, her arms around his neck, his hands around her waist, and his hands on her chin.

He kissed her most freely and passionately during this action.

Song Xi couldn't catch her breath and opened her mouth to breathe in fresh air, but Zhao Yansen didn't give her any room to catch her breath, and intensified his plundering of her air.

The man kissed her deeply and fiercely, and Song Xi could only let out broken sobs.

She opened her eyes, stung by the light from the crystal chandelier overhead, and immediately closed them again. That light pulled her back to reality, making her realize the stimulating nature of their surroundings.

Downstairs, the birthday party was lively and dignified; upstairs, the two were inseparable.

How exciting... Zhao Yansen held her in his arms, they were kissing, and someone could come in at any moment.

Song Xi cautiously called out "brother," but Zhao Yansen kissed her even more fiercely and pulled her closer to his chest.

Just as they were reluctant to part, a sudden ringing of a bell rang out in the quiet room.

Song Xi suddenly opened her eyes and was startled.

She pushed Zhao Yansen away with all her might.

Zhao Yansen was completely immersed in the atmosphere of kissing her, without any of his usual vigilance and defenses, and was directly pushed back against the sofa by his little princess.

"I……"

Song Xi looked at the man with trepidation, her expression bewildered and somewhat at a loss.

Her lips, moistened and slightly swollen from his kisses, were now flushed and delicately broken.

"There's a phone call...my cell phone is ringing..."

Song Xi got up to leave his embrace, but Zhao Yansen grabbed her lower back and pressed her back onto his lap: "Do you really want to take it?"

Song Xi paused for a second, then slightly avoided his gaze: "What I'm about to receive is probably something important."

By the end, her breathing was a little weak.

Zhao Yansen stared at her silently for five or six seconds before finally letting go of her hand.

However, just as Song Xi took her phone out of her bag, the man grabbed her from behind, pulled her back into his arms, and carried her back to her.

Zhao Yansen's eyelids slid down, and he glanced at the girl's phone in his arms. It clearly displayed: [Shang Shixu].

He immediately frowned, his dark eyes flashing with coldness and annoyance, but he still put on an understanding demeanor and lazily reminded her, "Princess Xixi, if you don't answer, you'll hang up."

"Oh~"

Song Xi's heart pounded several times, but seeing that the man was as tolerant as ever, she breathed a sigh of relief and swiped to answer the call.

The moment the phone was placed to her ear, the man behind her lifted her chin with his long fingers and slowly wiped the wetness from her red lips with his fingertips.

A little itchy.

When the call connected, Song Xi opened her mouth and said "hello," and Zhao Yansen's fingers simultaneously felt her lips opening and closing.

The receiver crackled with anxiety as Shang Shixu cried out, "Something's happened! Fu Wenxin, in league with the Qiao family, is suing us for stealing their confidential information!"

Almost the instant the word "out" was uttered in the Shang Dynasty, Zhao Yansen lowered his head and kissed him.

Song Xi's pupils dilated as she refrained from making any suggestive noises. Fortunately, he didn't kiss her for long. The moment Shang Shixu stopped talking, Zhao Yansen pulled away from her lips.

Song Xi's heart was pounding in her throat, but the man continued to pat her side with lingering desire, his voice deep and serious:

"Why are you looking at me? Answer the phone."

Song Xi suspected that he also had a saying: "I love watching the drama unfold."

I only agreed to let you sleep, but I didn't agree to answer the phone for you.

Bad older brother.

Song Xi cursed inwardly and moved to the sofa, two empty seats away from Zhao Yansen, to concentrate on answering the phone.

She had barely sat down when the housekeeper brought in fresh cakes, pastries, and fruit. Then, Chi Wang pushed Zhou Ji'an back first.

Feeling guilty, Song Xi hurriedly got up and went to the terrace.

Seeing her hurried figure, Chi Wang raised his voice and called out, "Little sister, where are you going?"

(End of this chapter)