Fatal Desire

Chapter 99 What should we do?
The man's eyes were deep and cold, radiating a dangerous aura, as if he were about to devour her whole at any moment.

For some reason, when Song Xi looked into his dark eyes filled with desire, images of their past brotherly and sisterly affection kept flashing through her mind.

The thrill of immorality assaulted her cerebral cortex like a raging flood, making every nerve in her body tense up.

Song Xi felt a little uncomfortable and raised her hand to cover Zhao Yansen's eyes: "Don't... um... don't look..."

Zhao Yansen breathed heavily and, surprisingly, obeyed her and closed his eyes. However, since he could no longer see, his other senses became even more pronounced.

Especially physical touch.

Song Xi held her breath, her thick eyelashes trembling twice. She continued to fall, getting closer to him, the water in the bathtub rippling with her every move.

This made Song Xi feel like a small boat that had been drifting at sea for many years and was finally able to dock.

She did indeed wander outside for four years, more than a thousand days and nights, relentlessly pushing herself to grow as quickly as possible.

Zhao Yansen kept his eyes closed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his muscles tense, enduring and restraining himself as she slowly moved.

After eating half of it, Song Xi stopped with difficulty. She pressed her forehead against his neck, her cherry lips slightly parted, and took small sips of fresh air.

The girl's breathing was erratic, her soft, sweet breaths lingering around his ear, causing Zhao Yansen's abdominal muscles to tighten suddenly.

He lifted her eyelids, brushed away the wet hair on her forehead with his fingers, and at the same time, moved closer to her head.

"Um……"

Song Xi, unable to contain herself, spoke up, her face flushed, and weakly pushed him away: "I need to calm down."

Zhao Yansen held her supple waist in his large hand and said calmly, "No one is rushing you."

That's what they say, but the water surface is far from calm.

Song Xi buried her face in his shoulder and complained, "You always tell me to be obedient, but you never listen to me."

Zhao Yansen pinched the back of her neck and made her raise her head. Looking into her peach blossom eyes, he said with amusement, "You still know who I am?"

She was raised by him, yet she expects him to obey. This is a reversal of the natural order.

Song Xi snorted and turned her head away from him, but Zhao Yansen forcefully pulled her back and bit her lip.

Song Xi, not to be outdone, bit back, saying with a mix of coquettishness and anger, "Don't move!"

Seeing her full of energy, Zhao Yansen leaned back lazily against the bathtub and patted her waist:
"You've rested enough, let's continue."

His slap wasn't hard, but it made Song Xi tremble. She instinctively grabbed his strong arm, her ears turning red, and she bobbed up and down on his sea like a piece of driftwood.

How can someone be like the deep sea and also like the land?

Song Xi thought dreamily.

Whether she did it on purpose or not, she is extremely quick and efficient in learning other areas, but when it comes to intimate contact, she is always gentle and lingering.

Zhao Yansen's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably. He slightly raised his chin, tightened his jaw, and fixed his dark gaze on her.

"Song Xi".

"Hmm?" Song Xi responded, puzzled.

He was concerned about her health and worried about hurting her, but she didn't seem to care about suffocating him. She moved slowly, neither allowing him to look nor move, and before she reached the bottom, she cried out, "I'm so tired," refusing to go any further.

Zhao Yansen grasped her soft waist and suddenly moved closer to her... unprecedented and unexpected.

Caught off guard, Song Xi gasped and quickly shook her head: "Um... is it okay or not..."

Zhao Yansen looked at her with his deep, lustful eyes: "You're planning to play all night?"

Song Xi felt the jolt and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. A soft moan escaped her lips as she protested, "I...I didn't..." Her voice faltered, but his long arms held her waist firmly, his domineering presence undeniable.

The bathroom was large, with valuable paintings hanging on the walls. Zhao Yansen and Song Xi rarely attended auctions; these items were all acquired by a team of auction experts on the boss's instructions.

He spent hundreds of millions of dollars at auction to buy a famous painting just to match the color scheme of his bathroom.

Outside the glass curtain wall, the neon lights of the Huangpu River were reflected in the dark night sky, and the dazzling night view of Shanghai came into view, but Song Xi had no mind to appreciate it.

Due to the excessive force, some water spilled onto the Italian marble floor, creating a shimmering reflection when illuminated by the lights.

Zhao Yansen cupped half of her face, lowered his head, and parted his lips to kiss her passionately. He slightly parted his nose to allow for a deeper kiss against her cheek.

Song Xi felt her soul float up, suspended in the bright starry sky, becoming a star and a bright moon, about to be catalyzed by the humid season.

Lost in endless confusion, Song Xi began to call out to Zhao Yansen, her voice soft and weak: "...Zhao Yansen..."

Her skin was fair and thin; even a slight pressure would leave a clear mark, and soon her skin was covered with irregular marks.

Having returned to the bedroom at some point, Song Xi exclaimed softly, hugging Zhao Yansen's strong waist, her forehead pressed against his cheek, humming softly.

When the sensation was intense, she hugged his shoulders tightly, her nails digging uncontrollably into his firm muscles, without any restraint.

As the match neared its end, Song Xi collapsed weakly against Zhao Yansen.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his lips.

Finally, Zhao Yansen let out a low groan, sniffed her deeply by the temple, and lingered tenderly for a long time before picking her up and taking her back into the bathroom to wash her clean.

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Song Xi's biological clock is set at 7:30 in the morning. This is a physical memory she has formed over the past four years, and she always wakes up at this time, no matter what time she goes to bed.

When she opened her eyes, her body was wrapped in soft bedding, and her smooth arms were sticking out; she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Looking up, one sees Zhao Yansen's impeccable face; the man's features are distinct, upright, and excessively handsome and aloof.

In negotiations, he might be casually flipping through a contract one moment, and then suddenly throw a proposal at his opponent's face the next.

No matter how low-key he tries to appear as a scion of a noble family, he's a tyrant at heart.

Song Xi covered her face and recalled last night. The images were clear, but the sounds were broken and chaotic.

Her moans, his low breaths, their resonance...

What should I do when I get back?

As her inner turmoil of excitement and anxiety subsided, a man's hoarse voice suddenly rang in her ears: "Awake?"

Song Xi looked up at him with her head held high and gave a dry "hmm".

Her body ached and felt heavy, so she weakly snuggled into his arms.

Looking at Song Xi, whose body was covered in hot marks in his arms, Zhao Yansen felt that he had taken too good care of her, with her fair skin and soft waist, and was delicate in every way. At the same time, he felt that he really didn't know how to take care of people.

That's how they managed to keep him in their bed.

Moreover, she was slender, so she didn't weigh much when you hugged her or held her in your arms.

He pondered, his hand stroking down her shoulder, carefully touching her all the way to the back of her knees, as if studying where on her body she could still grow some flesh.

The man's large hands, calloused, brushed against her sensitive waist, causing a ticklish sensation. Song Xi instinctively pulled away, letting out a soft moan.

"Princess Xixi," Zhao Yansen suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, "What's your name?"

(End of this chapter)