Fatal Desire

Chapter 164 Let me see who's got a death wish.
Xu Mo took out his phone, took a picture, and sent it directly to Chi Wang.

"Dude, that's awesome!"

Meanwhile, in a private room at the hot spring winery, the swirling incense smoke and cigar smoke intertwined silently, and the wine was flowing freely.

"President Zhou went after Dr. Fu. What's the plan for tonight? We're one short for mahjong." Chi Wang was half-reclining in the leather sofa, holding a glass of whiskey. "Where's Old Li?"

“They leave when it’s time.” Meng Boyu slowly sliced ​​his cigar. “He said his wife is afraid of the dark. He’s always afraid that stolen treasures will be targeted by thieves. I understand Old Li’s mentality.”

"Of course you know," Chi Wang chuckled and snorted. "One steals in secret, the other robs openly. You two are the real brothers in the den of thieves. Meng Weixian must have been adopted."

Ding dong.

The phone on the crystal coffee table suddenly lit up, displaying a new message.

Chi Wang picked it up, glanced at it sideways, and when he saw what it was, his spine jerked off the sofa back.

In the photo, Song Xi, wearing a loose black suit, is lifted onto the hood of a car, wraps her arms around the man's neck, and looks up to kiss him.

The man's tall and imposing figure made the girl appear slender and delicate; if the angle were reversed, he could completely cover her.

The moonlight is hazy, and the shadows of the sycamore trees sway gently, creating a beautiful and ambiguous scene, like a high-quality movie clip.

"Sitting here for so long without moving, I thought you were dead drunk. What are you looking at so intently?" Meng Boyu lit a cigar and asked.

"Song Xi's boyfriend." Chi Wang snapped out of his daze, put his phone on the table, and gestured with his chin to indicate to Meng Boyu that it was his boyfriend.

Meng Boyu glanced at the screen and exhaled a puff of smoke: "I'm getting old, I don't understand the love affairs of the younger generation. Yansen has been so busy lately, he probably doesn't know about this either."

"Don't know?" Chi Wang grabbed his phone. "Then we have to tell him."

Meng Boyu chuckled: "Isn't this like handing someone a knife to the heart? How righteous."

Chi Wang swiped open the screen dismissively: "Pretending not to know is disloyal. We can't wait until he's done with his work to find out his sister ran off with a man, can we? I have to keep an eye on things for him."

Meng Boyu said, "You don't need to worry about it. Yansen's radar is more sensitive than a missile."

"You have no idea, because of that guy's sister-obsessed nature, so many people in the industry avoid Song Xi. And now, someone actually dares to openly try to get close to her? That's strange."

Chi Wang zoomed in on the photo and examined it closely, a playful smile on his lips: "Let me see who's tired of living."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Startled, Chi Wang dropped his phone and sat bolt upright in his deathbed, exclaiming, "Holy crap!!!"

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Moonlight shone on her eyelids, and Song Xi's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She was slightly lost in the heat of the kiss, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened around Zhao Yansen's shirt.

His aura enveloped her.

Along with that came a heavy, lingering kiss from the man. His large hand gripped the back of her neck, and his lips rubbed and sucked against hers, making her breath quicken.

"thump."

Strangely, it felt as if something was violently pounding against her eardrums.

"thump."

"thump."

Clearly sensing the man's restrained, subtle yet intense love, Song Xi's heart pounded, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Before she suffocated, Zhao Yansen released her lips, his nose pressed against hers, his voice low and husky with a hint of amusement: "Can't breathe anymore?"

"You can teach me again." Song Xi wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned forward, and rested her face on his shoulder.

Zhao Yansen's lips curled up: "How old are you? You still need your older brother to teach you."

"No matter how big she is, she'll always be your sister." Song Xi nuzzled his cheek against his and said affectionately, "If humans had tails, it's a little embarrassing to say, but whenever I'm with you, I can't help but wag them."

"In heat?" Zhao Yansen asked.

"Ouch!" Song Xi punched him lightly, her tone exasperated. "What do you mean by 'going into heat'? This is physical attraction, physical attraction!"

Zhao Yansen was amused by her, his hot breath brushing against her ear, stirring up a restless feeling that even the increasingly chilly autumn night couldn't suppress.

After a brief embrace, Zhao Yansen lifted Song Xi off the hood of the car with one hand, opened the door, and helped her into the passenger seat. The car then drove towards Yanshan Villa.

The scenery of Shichahai rushed past the window as Song Xi held her phone, sending a message to Fu Guanyue.

Zhou Ji'an's search in France turned out to be fruitless, but he did not give up. If it were just Fu Guanyue alone, she wouldn't be worried about confronting Zhou Ji'an face to face.

But she had a weakness. Her daughter, Fu Minghui.

When Song Xi learned that Fu Guanyue had decided to have the child, she was against it.

Firstly, if the Zhou family knew about this, they would definitely fight for the child; secondly, if Zhou Ji'an remarried, the child would become an illegitimate child without proper status. However, Fu Guanyue was determined, and Song Xi could only do her best to help her keep it a secret.

The long-awaited autumn rain finally poured down.

The heavy rain pounded against the car, making a pattering sound, and the rainwater meandered along the windows, keeping the downpour out.

The car circled the luxurious garden fountain and stopped in front of the main building of Yanshan Villa.

Stepping into the spacious living room, Song Xi looked around but couldn't find the Samoyed: "Where's Xiao Qi?"

Zhao Yansen poured her a glass of water. "Still at home."

After it was delivered to the courtyard house last time, it has not been picked up again.

Song Xi said "Oh," took the ceramic cup, drank a few sips of water, and then casually placed the cup on the glass coffee table.

The moment she turned around, she suddenly pounced on Zhao Yansen like an energetic little leopard, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him down onto the sofa.

Zhao Yansen leaned back, chuckled softly, and pinched her cheek: "What's wrong? You're making a fuss as soon as you get back?"

Song Xi knelt on either side of him, looking down at him condescendingly: "Is that not allowed?"

The man's eyes darkened slightly, a smile appearing at the corners: "Fine, whatever you say is fine."

Song Xi gave a soft hum, lowered her head, and pulled at his waistband. Through the expensive fabric, she could vaguely feel his warm presence.

She started getting restless again, her body moving like a slippery fish, groping and rubbing against everything, occasionally letting out a few soft, coquettish moans.

Zhao Yansen stared intently at Song Xi in his arms, watching her grow more mature and capable every day.

He is a shrewd strategist in the business world, and he has persevered in his ideal of developing anti-cancer drugs, working hard towards this goal and reaping considerable rewards.

The young girl who once suffered from insecurity in love is now capable of standing on her own.

He was proud of it.

Although she always loved to joke around with him, she was never careless when it came to serious matters. And that joking around was a unique honor for him.

In the complete silence, the sound of a packaging bag tearing suddenly rang out.

Like a spark flickering in front of hay, it lands silently and ignites a raging fire of desire.

They hadn't even taken off their clothes.

Lifting the already soaked veil, Song Xi straightened up, bit her lip, and slowly descended.

Slowly.

She was incredibly limp, and Zhao Yansen's full Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he let out a sexy, low breath.

They were like travelers who had finally encountered rain in the desert; their parched skin pressed together, entwined tightly.

Love overflows, melting into the intertwined atmosphere, fermenting into the most sincere desire for each other.

The man placed his palm on her neck, kissed her face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good girl."

Song Xi tilted her head up to kiss him, and murmured, "Brother always asks me if I miss you, but what about you? Do you miss me?"

　"If humans had tails, it's a little embarrassing to say, but whenever I'm with you, I can't stop wagging them."

　　—Rie Kitagawa, "Three-Line Love Letters"

　　
　　(End of this chapter)