Fatal Desire

Chapter 170 Love is a Deadly Whirlpool (End of Main Text)

Zhao Yansen stood up and gently stroked the tear stains on her cheek with his fingertips: "When we get married is up to you. We'll get married when you're ready."

"What if I never want to get married?" Song Xi asked.

“Then we won’t get married,” Zhao Yansen said. “Whether you get married or not is your freedom, but you can’t find someone else.”

He was intensely possessive of her, just as she desperately wanted to possess him.

Song Xi dropped the bouquet in her arms, stood on tiptoe and hooked her arm around Zhao Yansen's neck, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, and laughed: "What if brother wants to find someone else?"

He was used to keeping his feelings hidden, and because of the constraints of morality, he rarely expressed his love to her in the past.

There is no need for restraint now; no obstacle can separate them.

Zhao Yansen's eyes flickered slightly, and he wrapped his large hand around her waist, replying, "I only want you."

Song Xi grabbed his broad, handsome shoulders with both hands and jumped onto him.

Even though the two elders of the Xiao family and Zhao Chengyou were watching them from inside the pavilion, Zhao Yansen's hand still steadily supported her.

Song Xi hugged his neck, clinging to him affectionately: "Zhao Yansen, I love you to death!"

……

Old Mr. Xiao, the old lady, and Zhao Chengyou sat in the pavilion for a long time, thinking it over and over, but in the end they still did not go over.

Zhao Chengyou took a video camera, pointed the lens at the two people embracing, took a few photos, and then sent them to Song Yunyu.

Upon seeing the photo, Song Yunyu immediately called her niece, but no one answered.

When Song Xi returned to her room, she discovered a missed call and called it back.

Song Yunyu's voice came through the receiver: "Yansen proposed to you?"

"Yes, I asked for it tonight." Song Xi lowered her eyes and stared at the diamond ring on her hand, still feeling a bit dreamy and unbelievable.

“Once you’ve made up your mind, then stay together,” Song Yunyu said. “Don’t worry too much, just follow your heart.”

"it is good."

Song Xi chatted with her aunt for about ten minutes. After hanging up, she picked up her nightgown and went into the bathroom to shower. After drying her hair, she lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Song Xi and the Xiao family elders lived on the second floor, while Zhao Yansen and Zhao Chengyou lived on the third floor. At this moment, she stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, her mind filled with mixed emotions.

finally.

Song Xi got up, casually put on a coat, and quietly left the room, going up to the third floor.

As before, she showed no embarrassment whatsoever, raised her hand, and knocked directly on Zhao Yansen's door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The door opened from the inside, revealing a vibrant and lively scene.

The man appeared to have just taken a shower; his bangs were damp, his upper body was naked, and only a towel was loosely tied around his waist. His abdominal muscles were well-defined and smooth, exuding a natural air of languor and sexiness.

Zhao Yansen looked down at her; perhaps because of the mist in his eyes, his dark eyes were incredibly deep.

Song Xi went upstairs without thinking, but when she saw him, she didn't know what to say.

As she pondered what to say, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bedroom without any resistance.

He moved so fast that before she could react, Zhao Yansen pinned her against the door, gripping her chin and giving her a fierce, deep kiss.

The corridor was completely silent, separated by a door.

Even though she knew that the elderly couple downstairs and Zhao Chengyou next door wouldn't come over, she still felt a strange sense of excitement.

Zhao Yansen placed his hand on her slender waist, and Song Xi wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head back to meet his touch.

After kissing for a moment, Zhao Yansen released her. Amidst their ambiguous, intertwined breaths, their eyes lingered, like endless vines entwined together.

Song Xi looked at him with her moist, peach-blossom eyes: "Kiss me again, or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Zhao Yansen's heartstrings trembled slightly, and he lowered his head again to kiss her lips.

Late at night, the old house halfway up the mountain was shrouded in silence, and the elders and servants who adhered to their regular schedules had already gone to bed.

Unbeknownst to anyone, in a room on the third floor, the two were kissing intimately and passionately. Their lips were intertwined, and all worldly etiquette was cast aside.

Zhao Yansen's bottom line was broken by her time and time again. All the transgressions and exceptions in his life existed only for her.

Song Xi gradually became aroused, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her body went limp as she leaned against the door, almost unable to stand up straight.

At the same time, he lifted her nightgown and skillfully used his fingers to make her fall for him.

The bath towel was ripped off and fell silently to the ground.

He easily lifted her up, her upper body against the door, her slender legs dangling in the air, and her buttocks firmly supported in his hands.

Without much drama, he positioned the two of them in the most suitable positions and then used brute force to advance relentlessly.

"Ah..." Song Xi's voice trembled, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Her heart felt as if it were enveloped in something scalding hot, and the temperature of her blood rose little by little, gradually boiling throughout her internal organs.

The door made a faint, muffled sound because of his actions.

Hearing that voice, Song Xi's head was buzzing, and she was deeply aroused. Her legs unconsciously wrapped tightly around the man's waist.

"Should we return it?" Zhao Yansen lowered his head and gently bit the tip of her nose, biting it again and again, before asking her in a low voice.

Song Xi groaned softly, panting, her eyes brimming with tears: "Hmm... I won't go back."

Tonight, she didn't want to be separated from him at all.

Even if it's just a distance between upstairs and downstairs, they don't want to be apart.

**
The following day, Zhao Zongting and Song Yunyu came to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with the Xiao family elders. Compared to before, the elders' attitude towards them was noticeably more lenient, and the family enjoyed a happy reunion dinner together.

They were going to return to the Zhao family compound on the 16th of August to celebrate the festival with Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Zhao, so they only made a day trip on the 15th.

Although it was a family banquet again, the atmosphere at the Zhao family compound this year was subtly different from previous years.

Song Xi knew this difference stemmed from her change in status. She sat calmly at the dining table, while Zhao Shutang's expression was extremely unpleasant.

After the family dinner, we returned to the courtyard house.

When Song Xi came out of the shower, she saw Zhao Yansen leaning against the headboard, flipping through the book she had placed beside her pillow. His dark blue silk robe was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of pale skin and his sculpted, sexy collarbone.

She rushed over and lay on his chest: "When we were having dinner that night, my third uncle's family looked at me like I was a ghost."

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow at her.

“They must be thinking, ‘You’re doomed for life,’” Song Xi said.

What do you think?

"Of course I think I'm amazing."

Zhao Yansen chuckled softly and pulled her into his arms.

Turn off the lamps and prepare to rest.

"Wait a minute, I'm sending a message." Song Xi propped herself up, grabbed her phone from the bedside table, and tapped the screen lightly with her fingertips.

Zhao Yansen noticed that she had edited dozens of words.

After sending the message, Song Xi tossed her phone aside, snuggled back into his arms, and gently rubbed her face against his chest: "Okay, goodnight, brother."

Her sleep quality is getting better and better, and she falls asleep quickly.

A moment later, I heard even, deep breathing coming from inside her arms.

Zhao Yansen had his arm around Song Xi's waist, his chin resting on the top of her head, and picked up his phone with one hand to check. A familiar alternate account had posted a new update—

The moonlight transforms into the veins of a heartbeat, in this season where even shadows rust.

Touching your moist love is like falling into a deadly whirlpool.

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