Fatal Desire

Chapter 71 Sleeping
Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow and patted her head: "Did Chi Wang's lame joke make you feel cold?"

Song Xi was feeling a bit down, but when she heard his words, she couldn't help but laugh: "It's alright, it's not too cold."

"What did you talk about with Zhou Ji'an?" Zhao Yansen asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her onto his lap.

"We didn't talk about much. He asked me if I knew where Sister Guanyue was."

Song Xi answered half-jokingly, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her face on his shoulder, and yawning sleepily.

"Brother, I want to sleep for a while. Remember to wake me up when we get home."

Zhao Yansen hummed in agreement, leaning back in his chair so that she could find a more comfortable position to rest in his arms, so as not to strain her delicate spine.

The partition separated the front and rear seats, so the driver in the cab had no idea how the two people in the back were talking in such an intimate manner.

The black sedan drove smoothly along the city's numerous roads, gradually blending into the thick darkness of night, and finally came to a stop in a courtyard house.

The driver was instructed to get out of the car and hand the Samoyed over to the servant.

Inside the car, Zhao Yansen gently stroked the back of Song Xi's head; her hair was soft, slightly cool, and felt heavy.

"Brother, are we home yet?" Song Xi asked groggily, opening her sleepy eyes.

Zhao Yansen cupped her cheek and gently stroked the corner of her sleepy eyes with his fingertips: "Hmm, go back to your room and sleep some more."

"Okay." Song Xi obediently replied, slowly leaving his embrace, getting out of the car and going into the house.

Zhao Yansen followed behind her, his long legs moving slowly and leisurely, as if to match her pace.

Under the eaves on the west side, Butler Qin looked at the two figures, one big and one small, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

He hadn't seen such a heartwarming scene in a long time.

She was still incredibly sleepy when she got off the car, but after returning to her bedroom, taking a shower, and coming out, Song Xi was completely awake.

She lay on the bed, her legs crossed and propped up behind her, swaying gently, a mixture of contentment and melancholy in her expression.

I wonder if Zhao Yansen is asleep.

Song Xi held her phone, opened her chat with Zhao Yansen, and idly scrolled through it.

He was busy with official duties during the day, and now it's late at night. He must be very tired and needs plenty of rest.

After a moment's thought, Song Xi decided to let Zhao Yansen go for the night, but a faint longing welled up in her heart, so she opened her alternate account and edited a post.

[I'll save this for later! I'll ask him to sleep with me another day! (≧≦)/]

She is such a considerate and sensible girl.

After posting the update, Song Xi rolled around on the bed for two minutes, then got up, slipped on her slippers, and excitedly ran to the balcony. The moment she poked her head out, there was a knock on the door.

No matter how late she returned, Song Yunyu would always instruct the servants to bring over the herbal medicine she had prepared.

Thinking of the terribly bitter Chinese medicine, Song Xi went to open the door with a droopy face.

The employees of Morningside would never have imagined that their decisive and efficient president would also have to act like an obedient little niece at home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, the wafting out was not the bitter smell of medicine, but a cool and pleasant bath fragrance.

Zhao Yansen had just finished showering, and the wisps of hair on his forehead were still damp with water, naturally falling above his arrogant brow bone, making him look less sharp than usual.

Song Xi was stunned: "Brother..."

Before she could utter a complete sentence, Zhao Yansen lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.

Her slightly damp, neat short hair brushed against her skin, and Song Xi instinctively took a few steps back. Zhao Yansen followed closely, stepping forward and holding her neck, kissing her incessantly.

Song Xi's eyelashes, like butterfly wings, trembled involuntarily as she tried to reason with him: "How about we don't go in?"

The door was wide open, and the maid was downstairs. She and Zhao Yansen were kissing in front of the door, and they could be discovered at any moment.

Zhao Yansen pressed his forehead against Song Xi's and kissed her soft lips, asking knowingly, "Want it?" Whether it was psychological or not, Song Xi vaguely felt someone coming up the stairs. She nodded, "Yes, I want it... You come in."

Zhao Yansen chuckled, cupped her hips with his large hands, and lifted her into the air.

Song Xi felt her feet touch nothing and quickly wrapped her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck and her legs around his slender waist.

The door closed with a thud, and Song Xi's heart skipped a beat.

Even her own aunt rarely set foot in her bedroom, but Zhao Yansen entered with ease.

Zhao Yansen held Song Xi in his arms, but instead of striding towards her bed, he pressed her against the door, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply.

In the spacious room, in a corner near the door, the continuous sounds of kissing created an atmosphere of endless romance, with water dripping everywhere.

The passionate kiss was so alluring that Song Xi had to wrap her legs even tighter around the man's waist, clearly sensing his equally fiery desire through the thin, delicate fabric.

She was breathless from the kiss. Zhao Yansen temporarily pulled away from her lips and stroked Song Xi's delicate and bright face with his gaze. Her clear eyes were misty and watery, like peach blossoms in spring.

His long, slender fingers traced along her waist, slowly slipping under her skirt. The silk nightgown was soft and comfortable, but nothing could compare to the feel of it against her skin.

Zhao Yansen's eyes suddenly darkened, his gaze fixed on her face, his fingertips exploring as if parting the clouds to reveal a damp mist.

"Ugh..." Song Xi shuddered, instinctively trying to close her legs, but only managed to tighten her grip on the man's narrow waist.

His palms were burning hot, which made her let out a soft moan.

Zhao Yansen heard her breathing become heavier and lowered his head to lick and bite her lower lip. His full and muscular chest heaved, as if he wanted to devour her immediately, yet he also had unparalleled patience to kiss her passionately.

The man's panting was amplified in the silent space, and his hot breath brushed against her face. Song Xi was immersed in it, her five fingers gripping his pajamas tightly. Just as she was about to reach him, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Miss." It was the maid who came to bring her medicine.

Startled, Song Xi pushed Zhao Yansen away, her voice tight: "Someone...someone is coming."

"Hmm?" His breath was unusually hot, and his hands moved without stopping, making her eyes even more moist.

In an instant, like a shooting star suddenly streaking across the sky, Song Xi's mind went blank, her body went completely limp, and she weakly clung to Zhao Yansen, saying in a trembling voice, "It's time to take your medicine, you go in first."

Zhao Yansen still held her, gently biting her earlobe, his voice low and husky: "Tell her to put it by the door."

Not receiving a response, the maid was puzzled and knocked on the door again: "Miss, I've brought you your medicine."

Song Xi was breathing rapidly, her fingers gripping Zhao Yansen's collar tightly. She cleared her throat and tried to keep her tone as normal as possible: "Put it by the door, I'll go get it later. I'll come back to collect the empty cup tomorrow."

The maid guessed that she might have something urgent to attend to, so she placed the medicine in front of the door: "Yes, miss, I've put it on the left. The doctor said it's best to drink it hot. If it gets cold later, just call me. There's still some hot medicine in the kitchen."

"I understand." Song Xi took a deep breath to get some oxygen and steady her trembling voice.

After the maid left, Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief, but still clung tightly to Zhao Yansen. She was completely exhausted, and if it weren't for his support, she would have slipped and fallen to the ground.

Zhao Yansen withdrew his fingers, straightened her skirt, then carried her to open the door, took the medicine, and fed her.

After taking the medicine, Song Xi's heart was still pounding and her breathing was unsteady. It wasn't until Zhao Yansen carried her to the bed that her breathing returned to normal.

The man's tall figure pressed down on Song Xi, his hot palms tracing her slender waist, and in a few swift movements, he pulled off her nightgown.

His hands were covered with thin calluses, and with each movement, they rubbed against his delicate, creamy skin, the softness overflowing between his fingers.

Wherever it goes, it evokes a humid, trembling sensation.

Zhao Yansen buried his face in Song Xi's neck, his thin lips pressing against her sensitive skin again and again, the slow kisses particularly tantalizing.

His long legs pressed against her knees, a ticklish, tingling sensation spreading through her. Song Xi called out intermittently, "Brother... um... Zhao... Zhao Yansen..."

The sound was almost inaudible, sounding like unbearable discomfort. Zhao Yansen squeezed out a single syllable: "Hmm?"

(End of this chapter)