Fatal Desire

Chapter 166 She was his only selfish desire
"Didn't sleep."

As the soft warmth enveloped her, Zhao Yansen's voice remained steady as he picked up a soft wool blanket and wrapped it around her body.

After such a period of exertion and dehydration last night, her immunity has decreased, making her more susceptible to illness.

"Why aren't you sleeping? We didn't just finish..." Song Xi lifted her face from his embrace, thought for a moment, and said, "Was it two or three o'clock again?"

Zhao Yansen narrowed his eyes dangerously, his gaze deep and unfathomable: "Only?"

Her words sounded like she was implying he wasn't doing enough.

Song Xi, ever flexible, quickly changed his tune: "Remove it, remove it, cross out."

A man who usually seems devoid of emotions can become incredibly assertive and ruthless when he's slightly moved, making him hard for her to resist.

She loves to play but is terrible at it; he can only hold his own for a few rounds before she gives up.

Zhao Yansen was often worried that he would do something bad to her, but he couldn't resist her teasing.

He answered her earlier question: "I didn't sleep if I wasn't sleepy."

Song Xi looked at him with clear, bright eyes, her gaze filled with worry: "Can't you sleep?"

This was the first time she had cared about him since returning to China.

A subtle emotion welled up in Zhao Yansen's heart. He stretched out his arms to wrap around her waist, lowered his head, buried his handsome face in the crook of her neck, and smelled the familiar fragrance of roses and lychees on her body.

"I'm so excited I can't sleep," he said.

A rare direct expression of emotions.

Song Xi was stunned for a moment, and her half-awake mind became completely clear.

Zhao Yansen's room, like himself, was filled with a colorless black, white, and gray palette.

From a young age, he was excessively calm and composed, possessing the aloofness and arrogance of a ruler, never showing his emotions, yet he never imposed any constraints on her.

To outsiders, Song Xi was a dignified and proper young lady from a prestigious family; within the compound, she had to abide by strict rules and regulations and could not be negligent in etiquette.

In front of Zhao Yansen, she could do whatever she wanted, whatever she liked, whenever she pleased.

He always gave her an endless sense of security, and she was like a petty scoundrel who took advantage of his indulgence and made endless demands on him.

They take the body, they take the soul.

He was always abstinent and self-controlled, like a deep sea that had never stirred even for millennia. Her entanglement with him was not out of a desire to see this unattainable beauty fall into the mundane world.

Song Xi knew she was excellent; she had confidence in her abilities and courage. But she always felt that she and Zhao Yansen were like two parallel lines, destined never to intersect on the one-way street of love.

So she tried to drag him down with her, desperately pulling him towards her and moving closer to him, hoping to make the parallel lines intersect.

When he finally came to his senses, he found himself covered in wounds.

To the darkness, the ray of light that shines in is a sin.

Song Xi is immersed in extreme love and desire; she may be defeated, yet she is unwilling to be defeated.

Therefore, on the day she left the country, she posted a message visible only to herself: "Song Xi, it's just love, don't let it defeat you."

Song Xi asked softly, "Was your previous indulgence and gentleness towards me only because I'm your sister? Would you have treated someone else the same way?"

Zhao Yansen looked at her with a deep, unfathomable gaze: "What if someone else were to be your brother?"

"No." Song Xi replied without hesitation.

“My answer is the same,” Zhao Yansen said.

Song Xi's love was too intense, like an inextinguishable flame. If the other party could not reciprocate her love, she would become psychologically unbalanced and gradually turn into a paranoid madwoman.

She possesses a deadly allure.

Zhao Yansen, however, was happy to jump into the flames, leaving Song Xi in a very passive position.

Born into the Zhao and Xiao families, he knew his life trajectory and the responsibilities he bore from a young age.

In his position, material desires are almost nonexistent; everything is readily available to him. As for women, being in such a high position, love is the last thing he needs.

Initially, my care for her did stem from my responsibility as an elder brother, but I don't know when, this responsibility quietly changed.

I feel uneasy if I don't see her lively and cheerful face for a day.

That summer, during a torrential downpour, he and she indulged in unrestrained passion in the car, making her sick. That marked the beginning of his loss of control.

She was his only selfish desire.

He couldn't maintain his usual calm and rational attitude towards her.

They have witnessed so much of each other's pain and happiness that they have unknowingly become another version of each other.

In his presence, she could be like a free and unrestrained mermaid, swimming freely.

He didn't need to hide his emotions in front of her, he abandoned his self-restraint and composure, and fooled around with her.

They have an extreme obsession with both mental and physical purity, and they will not tolerate anyone else but each other.

Song Xi understood Zhao Yansen's meaning. The blood gushing from his heart carried an addictive tingling sensation, flowing through his limbs and bones, permeating every cell.

After a long embrace, Zhao Yansen gently patted her back: "Eat first."

Song Xi exclaimed, "Aren't you tired of making sure I eat on time every day?"

"Not tired," Zhao Yansen said. "You find me annoying?"

"No, that's not true! I like it when my brother makes sure I eat every day. I like it a lot, I really like it, I like it so much!" As if afraid he wouldn't believe her, she used a bunch of useless adverbs to embellish her words.

"Is that so?" His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Zhao Yansen feigned a cold and stern expression, released her, stood up from the edge of the bed, and walked away.

But a pair of slender arms hugged her neck from behind, and she pounced on his back like a spoiled child.

But she was no longer a child, and the soft, squishy touch on his back felt very real.

Last night, I was deformed by his chest, made beautiful by his hands, and made succulent by his lips.

Song Xi clung to the man's broad, strong back, her arms and legs wrapped around him like an octopus: "Nick Fox, you're under arrest!"

Zhao Yansen turned his head to look at her, raised an eyebrow and said, "What, not enough?"

It's not the neutral, formal language. Instead, it's straightforward, raw, and sometimes crude.

Good heavens, how could he say such a word?

Song Xi looked at Zhao Yansen in surprise; she never would have imagined it until he said those words himself.

This inevitably reminded her of how he had praised her in bed last night, saying how good it felt to him, making her feel like she was floating on air.

Three seconds later, Song Xi made a decisive judgment: "You're seducing me again."

"How did I seduce you?" Zhao Yansen chuckled, a smile playing on his lips.

You're breathing!

Song Xi's mood was like a boat gently drifting on a lake, joyful and sunny.

She clung to Zhao Yansen's back, one arm around his neck, the other a gun, index finger aimed at his heart: "Zhao Yansen, eldest son of the Zhao family, convicted of seduction, executed immediately, pew~ pew~ pew~"

Zhao Yansen did not refute.

He wrapped his arms around her back, hooked them around her waist, and pulled her close to him.

Song Xi was laid flat on the bed, and Zhao Yansen pressed down on her. She looked at his impeccably handsome face and asked, "What are you doing?"

"To confirm the charges."

Zhao Yansen grabbed her chin and silenced her with a kiss, giving her no chance to speak.

(End of this chapter)