Fatal Desire

Chapter 109 Let’s finish it

They were pressed close together, and he could clearly feel her swallowing and her rapid, bell-like heartbeat.

Song Xi felt resistant to Zhao Yansen's initiative and the excitement it generated in her.

She didn't feel love from the kiss, yet she couldn't help but feel aroused, which made her resist even more.

In this dark room, where neither moonlight nor lamplight could reach, there were only two people, their heartbeats audible.

They grew up together and occupied such a significant place in each other's lives.

She used to be a girl who had absolutely no sense of propriety, and even when she liked him, she had no sense of propriety at all.

But now she understands his concerns.

After so many years of relationship, how can they accept that all those beautiful memories have turned sour after indulging together?

Song Xi frowned, reached out to push Zhao Yansen, but couldn't get away: "Let go of me."

She was no longer that girl with a morbid infatuation; she would resist his advances and reject his desires and kisses.

She was good at tormenting him.

When he doesn't want it, she goes to great lengths to arouse his reaction; when he does want it, she always looks at him with that disgusted gaze.

Zhao Yansen wrapped his arms around Song Xi's slender waist, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Are you afraid that others will know that we were behaving properly at the dinner table, but secretly we not only kissed but also slept together?"

He questioned her calmly, while holding the girl's body even tighter, feeling her softness and warmth.

Song Xi opened her eyes wide, as if she couldn't push Zhao Yansen away even with all her might, and could only clench her fist and punch his shoulder.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Her tone was terrified and uneasy.

Zhao Yansen felt a sudden pang in his heart, but a nonchalant smile played on his lips: "What, you dare to sleep with me, but you don't dare to go public with it?"

Public? Publicize what?
They have no relation whatsoever.

Zhao Yansen is so awful and outrageous now, he might not be joking. Song Xi panicked, and her speech quickened unconsciously: "I won't sleep with you anymore, so don't do anything rash. I won't sleep with any other men either. I won't sleep with anyone, so I'll stay clean and won't get dirty."

However, this was clearly not the answer Zhao Yansen wanted to hear.

Because he held her even tighter.

Song Xi was even more frightened. She had been out for a while, and if she came any later, she would definitely be suspected.

Her physiological needs were normal. But she was very worried that Zhao Yansen would become addicted to stimulating sexual activity, and that he would do it with her here.

"Brother, let's end this." Song Xi's breathing was slightly rapid due to nervousness. "Grandmother is looking for a suitable marriage partner for you. Don't worry, I didn't choose anyone this time, not a single one..."

Zhao Yansen paused, creating some distance between them in the dead silence, and observed Song Xi's expression.

She seemed terrified, extremely afraid that others would discover their relationship.

Zhao Yansen stared at her with a dark look in his eyes, his voice hoarse: "What do you mean by 'end'?"

Song Xi thought she had made herself very clear and didn't think he had anything to complain about. In the past, she had indeed forced him, but now it was his own choice to separate, so no one could blame anyone else.

“This is the end of it.” Song Xi looked directly at him, her tone calm. “I don’t want to sleep with you anymore.”

At this moment, being in the secluded courtyard of a large mansion, it wasn't really appropriate to talk about this, but she was too worried, worried that she would actually be caught.

Nothing in this world is foolproof. If they could witness them kissing in Shanghai, the chances of them being discovered would only be greater back in Beijing, where even more people would know them.

"Oh?" Zhao Yansen chuckled meaningfully, his hot breath brushing against her ear. "Tired of sleeping?"

Song Xi trembled, but stubbornly met his gaze: "Yes, I'm tired of it."

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the window, and her panicked, resisting hand was grabbed by the man and pinned against the wall. "Zhao Yansen!" Song Xi's eyes reddened with anxiety, "You..."

Zhao Yansen's long fingers suddenly gripped her chin, and in the midst of the imminent danger of being caught, he lowered his head and bit her trembling lips.

Song Xi dared not struggle and could only let him invade her breath.

Zhao Yansen only released Song Xi when she was on the verge of suffocation. He lowered his head and bit the throbbing vein on the side of her neck, his voice filled with ruthlessness: "So, you don't want your brother anymore?"

Song Xi was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and her legs were so weak that she could only stand by leaning on him.

After a moment, Zhao Yansen's dark eyes became unfathomable. He lowered his voice and patiently asked, "Did someone bully you and make you feel wronged?"

Song Xi caught her breath and said, "Auntie has been waiting too long, I need to go out."

He gently stroked her head and coaxed her, "Didn't you want to see me wearing glasses? I'll show you when we get home tonight."

Song Xi remained silent.

Zhao Yansen released her, and she immediately turned around, quickly opened the door, and left.

He stood in the shadows, watching Song Xi rush into the dark, bright courtyard. His dark, tousled hair naturally covered his eyebrows and eyes, making him appear somewhat gloomy.

Song Xi felt somewhat confused.

She remembered that summer, it was always she who took the initiative to be intimate with Zhao Yansen. At first, he only agreed to kiss her, but later he couldn't resist her any longer and finally had sex with her.

Immersed in the joy of skin-to-skin contact, it's easy to overlook many things, such as being woken up by a loud clap of thunder in the middle of the night.

One sound after another, one after another, carrying immense power.

Lightning illuminated the world as bright as day, but in the blink of an eye, darkness returned.

The brief flickering of light was enough for her to see Zhao Yansen's lonely figure.

He sat motionless by the window, as if he were nailed to a chair and being tortured.

Rumble.

Another clap of thunder struck. The menacing lightning seemed to have cleaved through some forbidden, damp boundary, making her heart leap.

The curtains were opened a crack, and a sudden gust of wind howled. Outside, the torrential rain surged and danced like waves. Although Zhao Yansen was indoors, it felt as if he were in the eye of the storm.

She was wearing a white slip dress, and walked over to him with a big smile, asking for a kiss.

Her kiss was like a verdict announcing the end of the matter, sending him to the execution ground.

There is no way out.

Song Xi should have realized back then that on that summer night, it wasn't just rain that was falling.

She was just too happy and excited, and thus overlooked the fact that he didn't actually like being intimate with her.

Song Xi returned to the courtyard, sat on the rosewood chair, and unconsciously stroked the carved armrest with her fingertips, forcing herself to adjust her mood and return to normal.

My niece hasn't come home for a long time.

Song Yunyu pushed the celadon-glazed teacup in front of her, its glaze shimmering with a deep blue light under the moonlight: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Song Xi smiled.

Song Yunyu wanted to say something more, but suddenly noticed a red dot on the side of her neck, and her body stiffened abruptly.

On second thought, it seemed impossible; my little niece wouldn't know anyone in this secluded mansion.

Song Xi's ominous premonition grew stronger, so much so that she didn't notice Song Yunyu's unusual behavior for those few seconds.

It was Old Madam Zhao who suddenly spoke up and asked, "Does Xi'er have someone she likes?"

(End of this chapter)