Fatal Desire

Chapter 153 Who's Your Boyfriend?
Song Xi leaned against the cold wall, looked up at Zhao Yansen through the damp mist, and blinked in confusion.

"No. I never said Gu Beixiao was my boyfriend. He arranged the birthday party tonight, and I only attended because of my aunt. I have nothing to do with him. Are you angry? I can..."

She chattered away non-stop.

Upon hearing the satisfactory answer, Zhao Yansen lowered his head and silenced her with a kiss.

His nose was high and straight, and when he changed direction, his nose would occasionally bump against hers, like small animals rubbing against each other affectionately, stirring up a slight itch in her heart.

Steam quickly filled the entire shower room, blurring the clean glass.

The man's shirt was soaked, outlining his strong and powerful physique. He gripped Song Xi's waist, pressing her against the bathroom wall, and deepened the kiss.

Zhao Yansen's dark eyes remained fixed on Song Xi as he passionately kissed her lips, watching her succumb to his charm.

Water continued to flow down, and Song Xi was still wearing her banquet dress. The expensive fabric was thin and, once soaked, it was barely noticeable.

Zhao Yansen's burning palms moved up her waist, gripping her tightly, but because of her clothes, he couldn't open them wide.

He frowned.

The next second, the quiet space was suddenly filled with the sound of fabric tearing, signaling a frenzied passion.

Song Xi snapped back to her senses. She turned her head to look, but before she could see clearly, the man grabbed her chin and kissed her fiercely.

A deep kiss is like a sweltering summer downpour, fierce and intense. Lips pressed together, breaths mingled rapidly, senses became incredibly sensitive, and the body trembled involuntarily.

Lost in his kiss, she unknowingly removed all her clothes.

The girl's evening gown and the man's shirt and trousers lay pitifully on the ground, piled together, creating an enchanting atmosphere.

Fog spread and swirled.

Behind her was a cold wall, and in front of her was a solid, burning male body. Song Xi's breath was unsteady as she felt Zhao Yansen's hands and passionate kisses.

His finger bones were long, strong, and robust.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her long eyelashes, wet with warm water, trembled and dripped water droplets.

Song Xi's legs were so weak she could barely stand. She reached out and hooked her arms around the man's neck to meet his lingering kiss.

Flames spread from Song Xi's lips, scorching Zhao Yansen's blood. He was like a parched desert, and she was a burning rain.

This intimate kiss is far from enough.

Zhao Yansen kissed her passionately, pinched her tender bud, and heard her uncontrollable moans, so he explored her even more quickly.

For a moment, Song Xi's mind went blank. She opened her mouth and took deep breaths of fresh air.

Zhao Yansen gazed at her captivating appearance, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Xixi," he called her in a low, hoarse voice, his hot breath washing over her.

Song Xi looked up at him, and in that moment of stunned silence, Zhao Yansen had already...
Caught off guard, Song Xi gasped and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around his neck to ease the pain.

Her voice was melodious, soft, and drawn out. Zhao Yansen looked down into her moist, peach-blossom eyes, which were unchanged from before, beautiful and full of emotion. He was moved, and his actions became passionate.

Song Xi subconsciously reached for his thin lips, but Zhao Yansen deliberately prevented her from kissing them, only pecking at her cheek and the corner of her mouth: "Who's your boyfriend?"

Song Xi tightened her arms, stood on tiptoe, and pressed herself even closer to him, her voice both coquettish and aggrieved: "Waaah, you, Zhao Yansen."

Like praising a child who answered correctly, Zhao Yansen rewarded her by letting her kiss him, and at the same time, he gave himself to her completely.

He kept pestering her.

The warm water from the showerhead flowed continuously, soaking the two of them, making their intimate sounds chaotic yet blush-inducing.

Song Xi's hair was wet, clinging messily to her face, collarbone, and shoulders, with a few strands sticking to Zhao Yansen's chest, making it particularly alluring. Zhao Yansen's lean, muscular body, glistening with water droplets, pressed tightly against Song Xi's body, one of her long legs held by him, her arms draped around his neck.

This complete and intimate possession made Zhao Yansen feel comfortable and his scalp tingled.

After a short while, Zhao Yansen lifted Song Xi's legs and buttocks with his large hands, picked her up and pinned her against the wall.

Song Xi wrapped her legs tightly around his strong waist, leaned on his shoulder, whimpered, and tears streamed down her face as they fell onto his shoulder.

She cried so hard.

Zhao Yansen paused for a moment, pinched the back of her neck, and examined her dazed expression: "What's wrong?"

"You're too fierce," Song Xi replied in a muffled voice.

Zhao Yansen swallowed and chuckled softly, showering her shoulders and neck with delicate kisses, though his touch was anything but gentle.

Unable to bear it, Song Xi buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed softly, her delicate moans fueling the fire in Zhao Yansen's heart, which burned ever brighter and fiercer.

Sighs and breaths mingled together, and the bathroom was filled with only silence and ambiguous activity.

The hour hand turned gracefully, and I don't know how much time passed.

Song Xi was trembling uncontrollably, breathing rapidly, her wet eyes tinged with rouge.

Worried that she would catch a cold, Zhao Yansen grabbed a soft bath towel, wrapped her up, and carried her back to the bed.

A woman, her skin as white as snow, lay on the sheets, her long, delicate eyelashes fluttering slightly, her alluring eyes tinged with a captivating charm. Zhao Yansen's heart stirred, and he kissed her fiercely.

"What?" Song Xi murmured, his voice muffled and choked with sobs, but he understood.

"It's still early." Zhao Yansen's voice was deep and husky, low, magnetic, and sexy.

He grabbed her waist with his large hand and pulled Song Xi toward him, their bodies colliding passionately.

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes, his gaze dark, watching how she gradually took over him until she was completely possessed.

Song Xi sobbed in a trembling voice, pouting and pleading with her brother to be gentle.

Zhao Yansen's breathing was heavy as he leaned in, sweat dripping down his neck and landing on her collarbone, creating a splash.

Zhao Yansen raised his hand and pressed it against her soft skin. His actions were fierce, revealing an extremely strong possessiveness.

"Too..." Song Xi couldn't help but moan softly, her hands clinging to his shoulders and back, her whole body clinging to him like a vine, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

With intense contact, the frequency of their heartbeats gradually synchronized.

The bedroom lights were off, only the soft moonlight streaming in, casting deep, ambiguous shadows on the walls.

Birds soar with outstretched wings, while the sea engulfs everything.

The heart that shines in the darkness is called the moon.

His moon-like heart is primarily composed of her.

Zhao Yansen pressed even deeper, pinching her chin and kissing her passionately, his breath and heartbeat entwining with hers.

Her toes curled up from the intense sensation, and Song Xi, with her long, swan-like neck arched, parted her lips slightly and passionately kissed him.

When it was all over, she was completely exhausted, unable to open her eyes, her soul felt like it had a high fever, and her head felt dizzy and refreshed.

Zhao Yansen slipped one arm under Song Xi's neck and wrapped the other around her waist, holding her possessively in his arms. He lowered his head to kiss her lips, his voice low and tender.

"Happy birthday."

(End of this chapter)