Fatal Desire

Chapter 79 Xixi, Who's the Bastard? (3)

The car started at some point and was now moving at a steady speed along the bustling road. The city's neon lights receded outside the car window, weaving together a dazzling tapestry of color.

A few rays of light and shadow refracted into the carriage in the long river of time, spilling onto Zhao Yansen's high brow bone, making him look like a figure in a painting who is untouched by worldly affairs.

But whenever he looks at her, his dark eyes, tinged with a different emotion, gradually revive and become vivid and lively.

Song Xi stared intently at Zhao Yansen, her fingers gripping his shirt tightly, creating wrinkles one after another.

"There's none?"

"Do you think I'd crawl on top of someone like a dog?" Zhao Yansen said coldly, his words blunt.

He was pure, and she was the only one who ever possessed him.

Song Xi's heart skipped a beat.

She wrapped her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck and threw herself into his arms, almost like a collision, but because they were close together, it didn't generate a huge force.

"Then you should stop associating with the Yan family."

The air around Song Xi was filled with the man's calm and alluring sandalwood scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol, which numbed her senses.

She untangled the confusion and reasoned rationally: "Keeping a canary for you to profit from is just a modern-day version of the 'slim horses' of Yangzhou. The Yan family's family values ​​are truly despicable. Brother, please don't associate with them anymore, okay?"

Zhao Yansen can be immoral and associate with her, but he must never break the law.

Song Xi knew that if she could see the situation clearly, he must have known about it long ago, but she still couldn't help but tell him.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say," Zhao Yansen readily agreed.

Song Xi immediately beamed with joy, buried her face in his neck, and nuzzled him affectionately: "Brother is the best."

Zhao Yansen stroked the back of her head and said casually, "Is that so?"

His casual tone revealed doubt and disbelief.

Song Xi leaned back slightly, creating some distance between them, and looked at him face to face.

Zhao Yansen leaned back in his chair, one arm encircling her waist, his eyes slightly narrowed:

"You don't come to me when you're in trouble, and you don't use your power either. I thought you were planning to cut ties with me."

Her voice held a smile, yet it exuded an aura of danger.

Their eyes met briefly, then Song Xi lowered her head, her fingers fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning one and slowly buttoning it back up.

"My aunt introduced me to many well-known lawyers in China."

Zhao Yansen looked at her, his gaze firm and powerful.

Song Xi continued, "The problem isn't too complicated or difficult; I can handle it myself. Besides, my brother is so busy; he can't possibly be there for me every minute of every day..."

Zhao Yansen chuckled lightly: "So you know you can't?"

Song Xi looked up at him, her eyes somewhat confused.

"When you left your homework at home in elementary school and asked me to bring it to school; when you had your first period and had stomach pains and asked me to take you to the hospital; when you and the two idiots from the Meng family ran away to the Northwest to see the meteor shower and asked me to bring you supplies... When have I never been there for you?"

As Zhao Yansen spoke, he slowly tightened his grip on her slender waist, saying, "Tell me, when have I ever refused you?"

Song Xi stared at the man silently without saying a word.

He did indeed agree to everything she asked, including the promise to stop contacting her four years ago.

Song Xi sniffed, inhaling the refreshing scent of gardenias in the carriage.

—This is a flavor she likes too.

After a long silence, Song Xi suddenly wrapped her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck, leaned forward, her upper body almost touching his, and kissed him.

She hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately, but Zhao Yansen still felt it wasn't enough.

He quickly took the initiative, pressing Song Xi's nape against his chest and drawing her into his embrace amidst her sobs. The kiss produced a sensation both intoxicating and suffocating, and Song Xi couldn't help but let out soft moans.

Zhao Yansen ended the kiss just as she was about to run out of breath.

With his eyes closed, his straight nose lightly brushed against her small nose, a languid yet tender gesture.

He learned to take care of girls, paying attention to their feelings and growth at every stage. He attended parent-teacher meetings for them, explored their interests, planned their future, took them to buy ice cream and candied hawthorns, and helped them choose the dress for their first evening banquet. He did all of this by hand. Raising a girl is so difficult; he experienced almost all the happiness and troubles.

Song Xi was far more important to Zhao Yansen than outsiders said, far more important than he appeared to be, and even he himself didn't know just how important she was.

Like a black hole in the universe, it is bottomless and immeasurable.

Zhao Yansen not only didn't get dirty, she even kissed him.

As soon as the car stopped, Song Xi went inside in a cheerful mood. She drank her medicine at the kitchen island in the living room, her smile still radiant.

The maid asked with a curious smile, "Did something good happen to you today, Miss?"

"Yes, we've solved a difficult problem," Song Xi said.

After taking her medicine, Song Xi chatted for a while about the family situation to make sure her aunt was alright before going upstairs to her room.

An hour later, she dried her hair, came out of the bathroom, and walked into the bedroom. Unexpectedly, she saw a tall and upright figure standing at the head of the bed.

Song Xi was startled and almost cried out.

She patted her chest, still shaken, and asked, "Brother, how did you get into my room?"

Hearing the voice, Zhao Yansen put down the photo album, raised his chin slightly to indicate the balcony, and lazily said, "I came over."

The balconies of the two bedrooms are very close, almost connected, but that's also dangerous!

Song Xi opened her eyes wide in disbelief and asked again, "Then what are you doing here?"

She hasn't fully recovered from the over-expansion, so she doesn't need to serve you tonight.

"Apply the medicine."

After Zhao Yansen finished speaking concisely, he slowly sat on the edge of the bed and called to her, "Come here."

The image of applying medicine in the dressing room that morning involuntarily flashed into Song Xi's mind, her cheeks flushed, and her earlobes turned red instantly.

"I'm all better now, I don't need any medicine."

Looking at the blushing girl, Zhao Yansen didn't believe her.

He got up and walked straight to her. Before Song Xi could react, he lifted her onto the bed and pressed her slender, fair legs apart.

The bright crystal chandelier overhead made her shame impossible to hide. Song Xi lay flat and stared at the ceiling for a while, then bit her lip, pulled one of the large teddy bear's arms over her chest, and used it to cover her face.

Zhao Yansen disinfected his hands, and seeing this, he smiled and curled his lips in amusement.

I didn't feel ashamed when I was sleeping with him, but I felt ashamed when I applied medicine to her.

Song Xi asked softly, "Brother, can you turn off the light?"

"You can't see it with the lights off." Zhao Yansen said as he lifted her skirt, his long fingers tracing the fabric along her inner thigh.

Skin to skin, the man's calloused fingertips caressed her fair skin, and Song Xi reflexively curled her toes, her calves trembling slightly.

The soft skirt gathered at her waist, like a brightly blooming flower.

Zhao Yansen applied some ointment to his finger and gradually spread it inside.

Feeling invaded, Song Xi tightly gripped the doll's arm, only to have it cruelly snatched away by the man in the next second.

Zhao Yansen observed her flushed face and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you trying to suffocate yourself?"

(End of this chapter)