Fatal Desire

Chapter 83 You smell so good
The all-black Bentley sped along and drove into the flower bed on the east side of the courtyard.

Smooth berthing.

Butler Qin stepped forward, respectfully opened the back door of the car, and greeted them.

Would you like me to prepare a late-night snack for you?

"No need." Zhao Yansen didn't look to the side and strode through the octagonal moon gate.

The lightbox under the eaves swayed gently in the breeze, its glow illuminating his handsome face and casting a sense of leisurely ease.

He strode into the living room with long legs, lifted his eyelids to look at the wide and expensive sofa, but the girl who had been curled up there to sleep was not there at this moment.

Not only the sofa, but the entire living room was empty; you could hear a pin drop, as if no one had ever been back.

Zhao Yansen raised his hand, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his collar, and leaned back lazily on the sofa with an indifferent expression.

He didn't know whether to be happy that she was no longer insisting on sleeping on the sofa, or to accept that she was no longer waiting for him.

Zhao Yansen tapped a cigarette, held it to his lips, and lit it with a lighter, a wisp of nicotine smoke rising and swirling. He didn't smoke it immediately, his long fingers gently flicking the burning cigarette.

A moment later, he reached for the crystal ashtray and stubbed out his cigarette. His slender, bony fingers were enveloped in a layer of light and mist, exuding a cold and aloof, intense beauty.

The cigarette, unsmoked, lay forlornly in the clean ashtray.

As Zhao Yansen walked up to the second floor, he paused for a moment and glanced at Song Xi's room before continuing on his way to his room.

Upon reaching the bedroom and seeing the view before him, his action of unfastening his watch faltered.

A small bulge appeared on the dark-colored bedding of the large bed, where the person who hadn't been seen in the living room was now lying quietly.

Zhao Yansen looked at the girl's round back of the head, then decisively took off his wristwatch and tossed it onto the bedside table without making a sound.

"I've been waiting for you for so long."

Song Xi rubbed her eyes wearily and slowly sat up. She was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, and even after rubbing them for a long time, she still couldn't see anything clearly.

Seeing the girl rubbing her eyes with difficulty, Zhao Yansen sat on the edge of the bed, about to help her see what was wrong, when Song Xi looked up and suddenly bumped into his arms.

Her lips were slightly cool as they pressed directly against the throbbing artery in his neck.

After nudging him a few times, Song Xi looked up at him again, her tone reproachful: "You came back too late, so I had to come by myself."

Zhao Yansen didn't raise his eyes or furrow his brow as he scrutinized her face with a deep, aggressive gaze, taking in all her expressions.

The girl's lips opened and closed like ripe cherries, their color rich and moist. With the slightest touch, one could easily break through the skin and burst out with abundant sweet juice.

Zhao Yansen slightly raised his eyelids, his deep gaze fixed on her eyes: "Can I lie down on my brother's bed whenever I want?"

“I didn’t do it casually; I thought about it seriously for three seconds.”

Song Xi straightened up and leaned closer, her breath like soft feathers sprinkling on his thin lips, stirring a wave of pleasure that vanished in an instant.

Then, Song Xi buried her face in the man's neck and bit his full Adam's apple.

Zhao Yansen tilted his head back and let out a low, husky, sexy "uh".

"You smell so good."

Song Xi smiled, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, her small nose gently brushing against his nose in a coquettish manner, as if she were still immersed in a dream.

Allergic reactions involve repeated withdrawal cycles until complete abstinence is achieved.

This phenomenon is known in psychology as the "desensitization stage." It involves bravely facing the pain and gradually consuming one's love until it is worn down and exhausted.

Song Xi sat on the edge of the bed, cuddling and sniffing the man, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Why is your body so cold? Are you sick?"

Zhao Yansen held Song Xi's shoulder with one hand, slightly widening the distance between them, and covered her forehead with his other hand to check her temperature. "No," Song Xi blinked, her eyes glistening with a clear, misty light, looking incredibly docile.

Zhao Yansen chuckled softly and reached out to pinch her cheek: "Alright, here's the bed. Sleep peacefully."

She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, yet she was still waiting for him. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was abusing her and not letting her sleep.

“But I want you more.” Song Xi was so tired and confused that the words just slipped out.

In this situation, she meant she wanted to rest her head on his arm.

Zhao Yansen understood perfectly, and patted her head with his large hand: "I'm going to take a shower, I'll come over later."

"it is good."

Song Xi yawned and obediently lay back down in bed, clutching the soft blankets with both hands and staring at the man's arm.

The sleeves were rolled up twice, revealing strong forearms with smooth muscle lines, exuding immeasurable power.

Zhao Yansen noticed her gaze, stood by the bed, unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, and took it off in front of her.

Then, he went into the bathroom to take a shower, his upper body completely naked.

Song Xi blinked her eyelashes quickly, her eyes sparkling. She had a feeling that there was an indescribable dangerous tension about Zhao Yansen taking off his clothes.

I felt inexplicably excited.

She rolled around on the bed, calmed down, snuggled under the covers, closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.

For some reason, I suddenly wasn't sleepy anymore.

Past events involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

In the past, Song Xi would often wait for Zhao Yansen to come back in the living room. At first, she wanted to know what time Zhao Yansen would come back, but later she was worried that he would spend the night with other women.

To be honest, she didn't really know what Zhao Yansen was doing.

All that is known is that Zhao Yansen is always very busy and occasionally accompanies his uncle to meetings to handle difficult and important matters.

Zhao Yansen held a prominent position and always carried an air of indifference towards the masses. His cunning and shrewdness were no less than those of Zhao Zongting.

In officialdom, there is a system of checks and balances. Those in positions of power are expected to fulfill their duties and be subject to the constraints imposed upon them. Zhao Yansen, however, was arrogant and disdained to be constrained. He did not pursue a political career as Zhao Zongting wished, nor did he join the military as Xiao Lao desired.

As for business, he rarely attended meetings at Huasong Group, and except for major decisions, he basically left management to Jiang Liangqun.

As an outsider, one has more freedom to control the overall situation.

Zhao Chengyou's life was planned from the day he was born: to follow in his father's footsteps and enter politics.

Zhao Yansen skillfully navigated the world of fame and fortune, consolidating power and interests within his family while quietly paving the way for Zhao Chengyou.

During his years abroad, when Song Xi was in a daze and his mind was out of control, some absurd ideas briefly surfaced.

Personnel involved in major confidential matters are not allowed to travel abroad at will, nor can they settle abroad... Zhao Yansen does not hold a relevant position, so can he go abroad to accompany her?
Upon realizing this, Song Xi suddenly understood.

She went abroad to avoid Zhao Yansen, so why would she want him to come abroad with her?
He's completely obsessed!

Song Xi buried her face in the pillow, inhaling the cool sandalwood scent, and new ideas kept popping into her mind.

Is Zhao Yansen currently considered a freelancer or unemployed? Freelancer.

No wonder he can be available whenever needed and skip meetings if he doesn't want to...

When Zhao Yansen came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Xi rolling around on the bed, seemingly excited about something.

"Princess, what are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)