Fatal Desire

Chapter 97 He's wicked beyond belief

“Tell me, how have I treated you?” Zhao Yansen, completely in control of her, asked in a deep voice in her ear, “Did I bite your lip until it bled, or did I roll into bed with you and make you cry?”

He's incredibly wicked.

The carriage was filled with the cool and pleasant sandalwood scent emanating from Zhao Yansen, mixed with the aroma of the leather seats, creating a dizzying and alluring fragrance.

Song Xi gripped his shirt fabric tightly with her five fingers, yet strangely, she tasted a secret pleasure amidst the slight pain.

She looked directly into his dark eyes and whispered her accusation: "You've gone too far."

"I know."

Zhao Yansen gently bit her earlobe with his blood-stained lips, the red mark immediately appearing on her fair skin like cinnabar burning on snow. "Please forgive me?"

A tingling sensation spread from that area of ​​skin, and Song Xi couldn't help but shrank her shoulders.

She rolled her eyes and made a condition: "Greet me in the local Shanghai dialect, and I'll forgive you."

"What local dialect?" Zhao Yansen asked, knowing the answer already.

"It's what I told you before," Song Xi stated directly, saying in her soft Wu dialect, "Hello~"

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow slightly and said lazily, "I didn't hear you clearly, say it again."

Hello~

Zhao Yansen couldn't help but chuckle and hugged her tightly: "I want to hide you away."

Song Xi was nestled in her brother's arms, as if she had hidden in a secluded haven. She rested her chin on his shoulder and lay limply against him: "Can I still sleep with you?"

Although he didn't like her, he should at least get one of her, his heart and his body. Song Xi wasn't going to be pretentious; being pretentious would only hurt her in the end.

“Sure.” Zhao Yansen’s voice was tinged with amusement, as if trying to entice him. “You can do whatever you want.”

The clock tower on the Bund captures the moonlight on its dial, while the rays of light from the bustling city shatter into countless swimming koi in the Huangpu River. Disturbed by the whistles of the ferries, they gather again into swaying glass ribbons.

At Juntan Villa, amidst the shadows of the plane trees, uniformed security guards, holding walkie-talkies, vigilantly patrolled the surroundings.

As soon as Song Xi entered the villa’s hall, he saw the priceless oil painting “Leda and the Swan” hanging on the wall.

Previously, she was interested in oil painting, and Zhao Yansen invited an internationally renowned oil painting master to teach her. After she finished learning, she personally restored this painting. At that time, Zhao Yansen had just finished a meeting in his study and came out to find her. He stopped in front of the painting and glanced at it from above.

He casually asked her, "If Zeus transformed into a swan and invaded mortals, do you think it was art or violence?"

Song Xi paused his brush and replied, "It depends on whether the viewer's mind is filled with a temple or a swamp."

"So, who are you trying to redeem by repairing it?" Zhao Yansen lowered his head, his slender, bony fingers pinching her wrist as she held the pen, the paint inadvertently smearing onto her suit sleeve.

It's not about redemption.

Song Xi thought that it was just an instinct.

As soon as they entered the villa, Zhao Yansen received a phone call, seemingly about something urgent. Song Xi informed him of this, then went upstairs to her room to take a shower.

Jazz music seeped from the vinyl record, light and elegant, slowly enveloping the large, luxurious bathroom.

Fill the bathtub with hot water.

A damp mist spread across the mirror's surface.

Song Xi took off her clothes, removed her safety buckle necklace, stepped into the bathtub, and sank down, the warm water enveloping her body.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the tranquility and comfort of the moment.

Her emotions were too volatile today, and she was easily exhausted. Her eyelids felt heavy as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and she fell asleep without realizing it.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, which startled Song Xi awake. She opened her eyes and looked around groggily. Zhao Yansen had already unlocked the door and strode over.

Song Xi asked in bewilderment, "How did you get in?"

Zhao Yansen looked her over and said calmly, "You soaked for forty-nine minutes."

Song Xi curled up on the edge of the bathtub, white foam piling up to her chin. Hearing this, she tilted her head and said, "Brother, are you going to use a stopwatch to time my life?"

Chapter 98 has been blocked.

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