Fatal Desire

Why does Chapter 74 seem to get smaller the more I look at it?

The next day, when Song Xi woke up, Zhao Yansen was no longer by her side.

She reached out to explore the lingering warmth under the covers, stared at the pillow, lost in thought for a long time, not wanting to think about anything.

When Zhao Yansen came out wearing a black shirt, this was the scene that greeted the eye:
The morning light streamed gently into the room through the gaps in the thick curtains of the French windows, casting a slanted glow on Song Xi's face, like a shimmering ribbon covering her eyes.

She remained motionless for a long time, as if frozen into an exquisite and beautiful white jade sculpture, both fragile and resilient.

Song Xi turned over, and the blanket slipped down, revealing her fair shoulders, which were almost bare except for two thin straps. She had cleaned herself carefully, but the mottled hickeys could not be washed away.

The lingering pain, discomfort, and exhaustion from the overextension surged through her brain as she turned over, causing Song Xi to hiss involuntarily.

Zhao Yansen paused in buttoning his shirt, then stepped forward and helped her up from the bed.

The man had well-proportioned and firm muscles, broad shoulders and a strong waist. He was tall and robust, with an extremely eye-catching appearance. He was walking towards her with his shirt half open, which carried a hint of seduction.

Song Xi lowered her eyes and stared at his well-defined muscles, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

Last night she asked him to go slower and be gentler, but he ignored her and went deep and hard, fiercely.

Who's sleeping with whom?

Song Xi's clear eyes reflected Zhao Yansen's face, and remembering the bloody scar across his face in her dream, her anger instantly dissipated.

Oh well, at least she's satisfied.

I slept very well and felt full of energy.

As Song Xi was deep in thought, her skirt was suddenly lifted, and long, slender fingers touched her. She instinctively shuddered and hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't……"

Zhao Yansen glanced at her and said, "Let me see if it's swollen."

"Just a little bit." Song Xi's face flushed, and she pushed him away to get out of bed. "I'm hungry, I want to have breakfast, I'll go back to my room to wash up first."

Zhao Yansen looked at her with his deep black eyes for a moment, said nothing, and took her slippers to put on her.

Song Xi sneaked out of Zhao Yansen's room cautiously and ran into her own room. Just as she was about to close the door, the man outside stepped in first.

Song Xi looked at Zhao Yansen, puzzled: "Brother, what are you doing!"

Early in the morning, unlike at night, it's much easier to be seen.

Zhao Yansen calmly walked inside, closing the door behind him. He looked at her with a composed expression and said nonchalantly:
"Aren't you going to wash up?"

Song Xi didn't understand what he was going to do, so she just let him do whatever he wanted in the room.

She turned and walked into the bathroom. The square mirror on the sink was motion-activated; the light would turn on when someone approached, casting a warm white glow on her beautiful face.

After staring blankly at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, Song Xi took out her toothbrush and toothpaste to wash her mouth. Just as she put the toothbrush in her mouth, she looked up and saw the man leaning lazily against the wall watching her through the mirror.

Zhao Yansen leaned against the side with his hands in his pockets, watching Song Xi wash up with great interest. The latter felt uncomfortable under his gaze and even showed signs of fever.

After washing up, Song Xi went into the dressing room to change her clothes. Only when Zhao Yansen grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the dressing table did she realize what he wanted to do.

The fabric rustled as it rubbed against each other, followed by a sound like flames hissing.

The luxurious crystal chandelier illuminated the spacious walk-in closet, and her two slender legs were spread apart, exuding both strength and gentleness.

The combination of the slightly cool touch of the ointment and the firm touch of long fingers surprisingly created a feeling of moist warmth and softness.

Early in the morning, Zhao Yansen held Song Xi in his palm, tenderly caring for her. After a moment, she turned into a gust of wind in his hand and silently ran away. Song Xi had just arrived at the dining room and sat down at the table when Song Yunyu and Zhao Chengyou arrived shortly after.

The maid served a sumptuous and nutritious Chinese breakfast. Song Xi ate a beef xiaolongbao (soup dumpling), then, thinking for a moment, asked Song Yunyu, "Aunt, do you know any lawyers in China who are particularly skilled in intellectual property or patents?"

"Something happened?" Song Yunyu elegantly put down her chopsticks.

“The company may have a lawsuit to fight,” Song Xi said frankly. “I only know foreign lawyers, not domestic lawyers.”

There's a company issue; my niece should be safe.

Song Yunyu said, "I'll ask for you."

"Okay." Song Xi smiled sweetly, "I knew Auntie was the best to me."

Shortly after, Song Yunyu said again, "Your brother is more familiar with this area, why don't you ask him?"

Zhao Yansen and Song Xi had a good relationship. She used to rely on him a lot and talked about him all the time.

“My brother is busy with work,” Song Xi said with a gentle, understanding smile. “I shouldn’t trouble him.”

Song Yunyu listened but didn't notice anything unusual.

Zhao Yansen was busy with official duties and rarely came home. When he did come back, he would go directly to the east wing and almost never set foot in other places.

About three to five minutes later, Zhao Yansen and Zhao Zongting also came over for breakfast and slowly took their seats.

The restaurant was brightly lit, illuminating everything, and Zhao Yansen's profile was clearly outlined by light and shadow. He sat next to Song Xi, who was focused on eating with her long eyelashes lowered, occasionally glancing up at Song Yunyu and Zhao Chengyou across from her.

Song Xi wore a long silk dress, the soft fabric outlining her graceful figure. Her slender back was clearly defined, and just sitting there, she was already a silent poem that moved people's hearts.

Her bright eyes glanced unintentionally at the man beside her. He was composed, exuding an air of refined elegance and unapproachability.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had forcefully separated her knees not long ago.

Song Xi, lost in thought after finishing her meal, was about to be pulled back to reality when the man beside her suddenly pulled his long leg away. He was wearing expensive suit trousers, the flawless fabric brushing against her calf.

Zhao Yansen's body temperature was slightly elevated; even through a layer of clothing, Song Xi could still sense his temperature. Her bodily memory brought back an extremely intense feeling, like drowning in a sweltering heat.

In an instant, Song Xi's heart pounded like a drum, and she instinctively stopped breathing.

The pleasure of each rhythmic collision made her ears burn and her whole body feel hot.

He's practically a living bodhisattva among men, and a man among living bodhisattvas.

Zhao Chengyou wiped his mouth clean, looked at Song Xi, and asked with concern, "Is Sister Xi sick?"

"No," Song Xi said calmly.

Song Yunyu also looked over and saw that her niece's cheeks were slightly red. She frowned and said, "It's easy to get a fever when the seasons change. Let the doctor take a look later."

"It's probably because you didn't sleep well last night. There's no need to call a doctor," Song Xi said. "I'll just take your temperature."

Hearing this, Zhao Yansen, who was eating slowly, glanced over out of the corner of his eye. From his angle, he could clearly see Song Xi's ears turning red little by little between her black hair strands.

She pursed her lips, staring down at the cold-looking knife on the plate, like shimmering water reflecting light... Why does this knife seem smaller the more I look at it?

Zhao Yansen studied her for a few seconds, then subtly curled his lips and asked in a calm tone, "What are you thinking about?"

(End of this chapter)