Fatal Desire

Chapter 90 Sleeping in His Shirt

She couldn't bring herself to say the answer.

The afterglow of pleasure lingered, and Song Xi still trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan.

Zhao Yansen kissed her soft lips, and Song Xi involuntarily trembled and pulled away.

"You couldn't take it after just one time?" he asked, his long arm around her waist suddenly tightening, their skin pressed together, just like their recent intimacy.

"..."

His one time and her one time are not the same concept at all.

Song Xi fell silent for a moment, her eyes closed, her limbs limp and weak as she leaned against Zhao Yansen, shrinking into his broad chest.

Zhao Yansen gathered her long, smooth hair in his large hand and placed it behind her shoulder, then looked down at her to examine her condition.

She was mostly unharmed, though her cheeks were flushed, her pale body was trembling, and her chest was rising and falling with her breath, making her look rather pitiful.

Much better than last time. We still need to do more.

Zhao Yansen's strong, powerful arms encircled Song Xi's slender waist, and he held her in his arms with one hand as he straightened up from the messy sofa.

Despite his strength and secure hold, Song Xi was still afraid of falling, so she immediately wrapped her legs around his slender waist and her arms around his neck.

Song Xi felt dizzy, sniffed, and murmured softly, "Brother, no more."

"Hmm, no." Zhao Yansen supported her buttocks with one hand and stroked her head comfortingly with the other.

He strode to the coffee table, picked up the purple clay teapot and poured tea into the teacup. With his well-defined knuckles, he held the teacup to his lips to test the temperature.

It's just the right temperature; it won't burn you.

"Come on, have some water." Zhao Yansen held the teacup to Song Xi's lips, softening his voice to coax her to drink.

Having just lost a lot of water, her bones felt numb and weak. Song Xi didn't have the strength to make a fuss, so she obediently opened her mouth and stayed in this position to drink water.

After drinking three cups, Song Xi said she had had enough. Only then did Zhao Yansen carry her into the bathroom to take a shower.

It takes a little time to fill the bathtub.

Zhao Yansen took a clean white bath towel and placed it on the washbasin, then gently placed Song Xi on it and took a step back.

Exhausted, Song Xi was dozing off next to the man when the shoulder she was leaning on suddenly disappeared, and she abruptly opened her eyes.

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes, carefully examining her for any injuries.

Song Xi blushed instantly and instinctively closed her legs, but he grabbed her knees first with extremely domineering force.

“Brother…” Song Xi leaned forward, asking him for a hug.

Zhao Yansen took a step forward, caught the girl who rushed into his arms, and rubbed her head: "No need to apply medicine."

"Hmm..." Recalling the scene of applying the medicine, Song Xi blushed involuntarily. She buried her head in Zhao Yansen's shoulder and rubbed against him affectionately, her long hair brushing against his neck.

A damp, itchy sensation spread from the side of his neck to his cerebral cortex. Zhao Yansen's sharp Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he increased the distance between himself and Song Xi.

She sat on the washbasin, her gaze slightly higher than his.

Their eyes met, and Song Xi blinked blankly.

Zhao Yansen gently raised his chin, his dark eyes scrutinizing her face for a moment, then cupped the back of her head with his hand and gave her a lingering, passionate kiss afterward.

Clothes were scattered on the living room carpet. The two were completely naked, their skin pressed together, clearly feeling each other's body temperature.

The man's other large, calloused hand roamed over her waist, caressing her slender waist down to her hips and legs. Her bones went weak, and her body went limp.

After the kiss, Song Xi leaned against Zhao Yansen, panting. After a few seconds of calming her breathing, he carried her into the bathtub.

The air was thick with mist, and the warm water enveloped my body.

Having experienced extreme pleasure, Song Xi's body relaxed. She sat on Zhao Yansen's lap, and before he could finish bathing her, she fell asleep with her forehead resting on his shoulder.

The girl in front of him gradually calmed down. Zhao Yansen glanced at her and poked her fair cheek a few times with his index finger. She didn't move.

But he smiled.

The man's face was impeccable, with a handsome and aloof bone structure. A lazy smile hung at the corner of his lips, gradually spreading to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. His smiling black eyes clearly reflected Song Xi's appearance.

After a short while, Zhao Yansen cleaned Song Xi up, wrapped her in a bath towel, and carried her to the bed to rest.

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At nine o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright and clear, and the manor was bathed in the sunlight, exuding peace and tranquility.

In the first half of the night, Song Xi nestled in Zhao Yansen's arms, sleeping peacefully, looking very well-behaved.

In the middle of the night, she felt hot and struggled to turn over and move to the side. Zhao Yansen stretched out his long arm and pulled her back to her original position. Not long after, she turned over again.

Even when asleep, it's restless.

Finally, he pulled her completely into his arms from behind, his arm around her waist, and she finally stopped trying to pull away.

Less than two hours after Zhao Yansen fell asleep, Song Xi woke up. She moved her body and found her limbs heavy and weak.

Looking down, one sees a strong, muscular arm draped around the waist, its smooth muscle lines conveying immeasurable power. The sheer strength and beauty of the arm are simply perfect.

Song Xi admired it for a while, then carefully moved Zhao Yansen's arm away.

With a lightness in her waist, she sat up and examined her body.

He was wearing only a white shirt. The oversized men's style was clearly Zhao Yansen's clothing.

Below her collarbone, faint traces of last night's passion were visible on her fair and delicate skin.

Song Xi recalled last night when Zhao Yansen kissed and bit her fiercely and passionately, his predatory kisses almost devouring her.

She sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.

The lights were dim, and the pleasure kept building. Her resistance weakened, her voice became hoarse, and she trembled in the man's arms, clinging to him tightly.

She hugged Zhao Yansen's neck tightly and kissed him deeply, ending his kiss with her.

Song Xi took a deep breath, gently lifted the blanket, and was about to get out of bed when the man behind her suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.

"what."

In the blink of an eye, Song Xi, still shaken, had already lay back on the bed, her head resting in Zhao Yansen's arm, facing him.

"Hungry?" Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids and looked at her indifferently.

Song Xi carefully checked her stomach and replied, "I'm not hungry."

Zhao Yansen chuckled, pressing his large hand against her lower back and rubbing it back and forth twice: "Your waist isn't even as wide as my hand."

It's not that exaggerated.

Although they were similar, his hands were large and his fingers were long and slender, while hers was indeed small in comparison.

"Don't lecture me first thing in the morning." Song Xi looked up, her eyes, red from crying last night, were now clear and bright, like a rare obsidian.

Logically speaking, it should be the person who was served who comments on the person who served her, but she didn't hold it against him because he was her brother.

Zhao Yansen saw through her thoughts, chuckled softly, and pulled her closer to his chest. Then, he lowered his head, nestled in the fragrant crevice of her neck, and gently touched her delicate carotid artery with his high, straight nose.

Song Xi was ticklish and kicked her legs twice, but Zhao Yansen's long legs locked them firmly against her, pressing them against her with great strength.

Sensing danger, Song Xi stiffened and immediately fell silent.

She obediently stopped moving.

Zhao Yansen chuckled: "Wasn't it supposed to take three days and three nights?"

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