Fatal Desire

Chapter 116 This kiss was incredibly tender.
"I don't want to know." Song Xi turned her head away, water droplets sliding down her fair cheeks.

“The spring water here has the highest sulfur content.” Zhao Yansen’s well-defined fingers lingered on her lower back, his fingertips lightly brushing against her sensitive waist dimples. “It’s suitable for recuperation.”

"Go support someone else." Song Xi grabbed his wandering hand, still stubbornly refusing to turn her head to look at him.

Zhao Yansen suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn her face. His long fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, enough to neither hurt her nor prevent her from escaping.

"Support someone else?" He narrowed his eyes, his voice dangerously low. "Are you sure?"

The hot spring water rippled, reflecting their intertwined figures. Song Xi finally met his gaze; her beautiful eyes were now glistening with tears, adding a touch of sadness.

She used to be very possessive of him and would never give anyone else a chance. Now she lets him do whatever he wants.

"Indeed..."

Before Song Xi could finish speaking, Zhao Yansen suddenly leaned closer, his hot breath spraying onto her lips, and said, "I'll only take care of you."

Dull and low-pitched.

The hot spring pool was unusually quiet, with the faint chirping of insects. The two people's wet breaths intertwined, inseparable.

His handsome face loomed large before her eyes. Sitting in his lap, Song Xi could clearly feel the strength of his muscular physique and the intense tension of his hormones.

She's not a saint; she can't remain unmoved by a woman in her lap.

After a moment of silence, Song Xi swallowed quietly, suppressing the urge to pounce on him: "I don't want you to support me."

“That works too.” Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow. “I’ve raised you for so many years, now it’s your turn to raise me.”

Song Xi blinked her wet eyelashes: "Didn't you say you didn't want me to support you?"

He refused so decisively and coldly back then.

"I've changed my mind." Zhao Yansen scrutinized her, his gaze intense. "Rather than having you support someone else, I'd rather support me."

Song Xi lowered her eyes, unconsciously wondering if he was explaining something to her? Was the last sentence an explanation?

Zhao Yansen released her chin, grabbed her hand, and placed it in the dangerous area, pressing down slightly on the back of her hand with his large hand.

The unusual touch and heat jolted Song Xi awake. She tried to pull her hand away, but it was firmly held down.

She opened her eyes wide and raised her voice: "Brother!"

"What should I call you?" Zhao Yansen saw through her thoughts at a glance, his Beijing accent casual, "When I was taking care of you, did you use my hand?"

The implication is that if she supports him now, she should at least do so on the same terms he used to support her.

She played with his hand like a toy, and he wanted to take her hand too...

Song Xi's ears burned, and she turned her face away: "Then hurry up."

Zhao Yansen leaned lazily against the pool wall and bluntly demanded, "One hand isn't enough."

Song Xi protested: "I'll only use one of your hands at a time!"

"How many fingers?" Zhao Yansen asked calmly, as if his words and hand gestures were something very serious.

After a moment of eye contact, Song Xi gave in. His hands were large while hers were small; she couldn't control him with one hand... She silently convinced herself and offered her other hand: "Here you go."

"do it yourself."

"..."

After a brief silence, Song Xi guided her hands to do as he instructed. She didn't look at him, and after a while, she finally grasped it in her hands.

Then, with an innocent look on her face, she met his gaze and said, "I don't know how."

Zhao Yansen's eyes were deep as he scrutinized her face, saying, "I'll teach you next time."

"Next time?" Song Xi asked, puzzled. "Not this time?"

The water felt heavier in her hand, and she lowered her head in confusion to investigate, but the surface of the water was rippling, making it impossible to see the scene inside. "But it's really good..." Song Xi looked up, but before she could finish her sentence, Zhao Yansen suddenly grabbed the back of her head and fiercely kissed her lips.

"Well……"

Caught off guard, Song Xi was made weak by the intense kiss, and unconsciously clenched her fingers, gripping the wild member that seemed to have no limit.

Zhao Yansen let out a sexy groan: "Xixi, open your mouth."

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the man's tone, both commanding and affectionate, hooked at her heart like a hook.

As he conquered territory, Song Xi suffered repeated defeats, wrapping her arms around his neck and instinctively returning his kiss.

Zhao Yansen adjusted the rhythm to her liking, deepening the kiss gently yet forcefully.

This kiss was incredibly tender.

Anyone who saw them at that moment would think the two, passionately embracing and kissing, were incredibly close.

Zhao Yansen gently stroked Song Xi's damp back. She was thinner than before, her shoulder blades undulating slenderly beneath his palm. Her skin felt smooth and trembled slightly.

He wrapped his long arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to his embrace. The swimsuit was thin and clung to her skin, and when it suddenly clung to her, Song Xi couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"what……"

Zhao Yansen chuckled softly, his magnetic voice brushing against her ear: "Keep your voice down, there are people outside."

His voice was like an electric current running through Song Xi's ears, making her scalp tingle.

With his skills, even without actually doing anything, he could make her feel incredibly comfortable and pleasurable through her clothes.

After a moment of exhaustion, Song Xi leaned on Zhao Yansen's broad shoulder, her red lips slightly parted, breathing heavily.

Zhao Yansen's burning kisses lingered on her neck, the slow kisses were incredibly tantalizing, and Song Xi trembled in his arms.

"elder brother……"

"Hmm." Zhao Yansen made the decision for her without room for argument. "I'm not tired of it."

Song Xi suddenly came to her senses, and with light movements, she swam away from his arms like a mermaid.

Her chest was still heaving violently as she braced herself against the pool wall: "No."

Zhao Yansen ignored him, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, waiting for the heat to subside. His strong arms rested on the edge of the pool, water droplets sliding down his muscular physique.

She felt better, but he still felt uncomfortable.

Song Xi stared at him intently, but seeing that he ignored her, she didn't want to stay any longer. She left the hot spring pool and took a bathrobe to wrap herself in.

The waiting waiter respectfully led her to the luxury suite.

Song Xi took a shower in the bathroom. When she came out, Zhao Yansen had already returned and was standing in front of the French windows answering a phone call.

The moonlight outlined his tall and imposing figure, and his deep, cold voice seemed to be discussing the acquisition with Hua Song and Jiang Liangqun.

Upon catching sight of her out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Yansen calmly ended the call.

He casually tossed his phone onto the sofa and strode toward her.

Song Xi stood in front of the dressing table, holding a hairdryer, and subconsciously stepped back: "What are you doing?"

"Dry your hair." Zhao Yansen naturally snatched the hair dryer from her hand and forcefully pressed her into the chair. "Sit still."

His long, beautiful fingers ran through her damp hair. A warm breeze blew by, carrying with it the unique, cool scent of sandalwood, which made Song Xi unconsciously relax.

In the mirror, the man's arrogant and aloof eyes were focused, almost touching her face. Gazing at their reflections, Song Xi felt as if time had turned back.

Zhao Yansen lifted his thin eyelids and looked in the mirror. Song Xi met his unfathomable gaze in the mirror, and her heart felt like a stone had been thrown into a still lake.

(End of this chapter)