Fatal Desire

Chapter 73 She snuggled into his arms and fell asleep in his embrace.
She not only wanted to take over his bed, but also his body.

Zhao Yansen's dark eyes reflected Song Xi's docile appearance nestled in the blankets, and he raised an eyebrow slightly:

"can."

Zhao Yansen lifted the covers and lay down beside her, and Song Xi immediately snuggled into his arms. She draped one arm over his hollow waist, buried her face in his chest, and felt the power of his chest muscles poised to unleash their full force.

She liked this position; lying face-to-face in his strong, warm embrace made her feel extremely safe.

Zhao Yansen did not stop her movements. Instead, he raised his arm and placed it under her neck, indulging her in choosing a comfortable position.

He gently stroked the back of her head with his palm and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

The man's voice carried a languid sexiness born of satiation, sending a shiver down Song Xi's spine.

She couldn't help but snuggle closer into his arms and whispered, "It doesn't hurt."

The faint breathing is due to excessive comfort, not pain.

The bright lights in the room were all turned off, leaving only a few warm orange wall lamps. The two embraced and closed their eyes, saying nothing more, in complete silence.

There had been times like this before. Song Xi closed her eyes tightly in Zhao Yansen's arms, thinking involuntarily.

During the months she returned to China, she rarely reminisced about the past, but her conversation with Zhou Ji'an was still vivid in her mind.

When they first met, Zhou Ji'an treated Chi Wang, the daughter of the Zhao family, with the same warmth and friendliness he shows her now. The laboratory explosion, however, caused his attitude towards her to completely change.

This is roughly equivalent to a fan turning into a hater.

However, Zhou Ji'an was unaware of the detailed past of Song Xi and Zhao Yansen. He had only touched the trunk and had not yet had time to explore the several branches that extended outwards when the tree withered and died.

Song Xi doesn't know how Zhou Ji'an defines her actions in parting ways with Zhao Yansen four years ago.

She didn't care what he thought either.

The intimate moments they shared day and night were all forced upon Song Xi. She and Zhao Yansen were never truly together, so their separation couldn't be considered a breakup between lovers.

If we had to assign a title to it, we could only barely call it a complete break.

Similar to the current situation, even if the two of them are extremely intimate tonight and inseparable, if they separate again someday in the future, it still cannot be considered a breakup between lovers.

Song Xi pondered in a daze, as threads of the past wove together into an impenetrable net, slowly enveloping her and leaving her nowhere to escape.

The deadly, frantic entanglement before sleep unconsciously awakened her body's memories, causing her to dream again of that sweltering summer.

In July, after celebrating Song Xi's birthday, Zhao Yansen gifted her a super luxury yacht.

The following week, Song Xi, Qin Fanghao, and Meng Weixian went out to sea on their private yacht for fun.

The yacht sailed on the boundless ocean, where the azure coastline and the brilliant orange-pink sunset merged into one at the horizon.

Song Xi, wearing sunglasses, lay lazily on the outdoor sofa on the top deck, drinking a cocktail through a straw.

Qin Fanghao teased her from the side, "It's already summer, why do you still look like you're in love?"

Song Xi pulled down her sunglasses, revealing a pair of shimmering eyes, and asked in surprise, "I'm wearing sunglasses, how could you still tell?"

"No way?" Qin Fanghao was even more surprised. "I just said it offhand, and it actually came true? Who do you like? When did this happen?"

Song Xi leaned back on the sofa and said frankly, "It's that man surnamed Zhao."

Qin Fanghao had barely calmed down from her shock when she heard this and looked at her incredulously: "Zhao Yansen?" "Who else could it be but him?" Song Xi said.

Qin Fanghao: "He's your brother!"

“We are not related by blood,” Song Xi said casually.

"Then he's your brother too, your brother of over ten years, the brother you grew up with!"

Song Xi sighed, "That's exactly why it's so annoying."

On second thought, he realized it was fortunate that she had this additional identity; he couldn't just abandon her!

The girl was torn between joy and distress, her mind in turmoil, and ultimately she did something shocking—

In the sweltering heat of August, she forcibly took Zhao Yansen's body.

That night, it was pouring rain. Zhao Yansen had been drinking, so his willpower was weak, but his physique remained strong.

He initially found her sitting on his lap and told her to get off him. She was too crazy to listen to him.

He was swallowed up little by little...

Later, fueled by drunkenness and lust, she could no longer restrain herself and realized just how terrifying his strength truly was.

Unable to withstand so many shocks, Song Xi fainted on Zhao Yansen's body.

When she woke up again, she regained some of her senses and worried that Zhao Yansen would be angry and would abandon her.

But not only did he not mind that she had slept with him, he also took care of her personally when she fainted... Song Xi then assumed that Zhao Yansen also liked to sleep with her, and even liked her a little bit.

So for the next six months, which stretched from the height of summer to the depths of winter, he repeatedly accepted her advances and took care of her feelings in every way.

However, she was the only one who was completely absorbed in it from beginning to end.

How ridiculous, and how tragic.

Even on the day of their breakup, when she screamed at him to get out and never appear in front of her again, he didn't back down an inch.

It was in a VIP ward at the hospital. Something she considered precious was smashed to pieces. Song Xi was crying so hard she could barely breathe. Her vision was blurred by tears. She struggled to speak, her voice heavy with sobs.

"Brother, I beg you, please stop humiliating me. I know I was wrong, please just leave me alone..."

Zhao Yansen sat by the hospital bed. He moved closer to her, and she would back away a little, until her back was against the wall. She tried to avoid him, and the IV drip in her hand was pulled off. Blood beads flowed from the needle hole on the back of her fair hand, which looked shocking.

Zhao Yansen frowned, his strong arms pulling her into his embrace. Song Xi wasn't strong enough to break free, and large tears streamed down her face. He was trying to comfort her, but she wouldn't listen.

"Why are you doing this to me? Just because I'm your sister, does that mean I deserve to be treated like this?"

Song Xi was emotional, her eyes were red and wet. She reached for the fruit knife on the table, and in the struggle, the blade slashed across Zhao Yansen's cheek, first forming a bloody mark, and then the blood spilled out, making his handsome and cold face look even more fierce and terrifying.

Her knife was pointed at him, but he ignored it and continued to approach her. Only when she brandished the fruit knife, fearing she might hurt herself, did he take a few steps back.

Song Xi seemed to have completely broken down. She cried for a long time, wiping her tears with her sleeve. She tried her best to calm down and said clearly, "Don't touch me anymore... and don't talk to me anymore."

"I've decided to go abroad and won't be coming back. I will never interfere in your affairs again. Marry whoever you want, go wherever you want... If you think taking care of me is your responsibility, then let's not keep in touch."

Zhao Yansen stared intently at her, his long, thick eyelashes obscuring his dark eyes, making it impossible to discern his emotions. He spoke, his voice extremely hoarse: "Not even a face-to-face meeting?"

(End of this chapter)