Fatal Desire

Chapter 117 I trusted you so much, I liked you so much
The sound of the hairdryer stopped abruptly, and Zhao Yansen's fingers were still in her hair, his fingertips casually caressing her earlobe.

Song Xi shrank back slightly and pushed his hand away: "I want to sleep in a room by myself."

"You think the bed is too small?" Zhao Yansen asked.

Song Xi glanced at the large bed that could easily comfortably accommodate four people, then shifted her gaze and threatened him, "If you don't let me sleep alone, I'll go home."

Zhao Yansen's gaze lingered on her face, his dark eyes flashing for a moment before he picked her up and carried her horizontally.

"Ah!" Song Xi exclaimed, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. "Put me down!"

Zhao Yansen ignored him and strode towards the bed.

The bright moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting varying shades of shadow on his deep, aloof profile. His arm muscles were strong, and one could feel the pent-up power even through his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Song Xi struggled to get down.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" He placed her on the soft, large bed.

Before Song Xi could get up, Zhao Yansen had already knelt on one knee by the bed and leaned down to press down on her.

His palms rested on either side of her ear, his tall figure completely trapping her beneath him.

"I'll sleep by myself." Song Xi tried to remain calm, but couldn't control her racing heart.

"No one's stopping you from sleeping alone." Zhao Yansen pulled the blanket over her, tucked her in properly, and patted her head. "Sleep."

"..."

His actions resembled those of someone coaxing a child to sleep, yet he spoke sparingly, his words cold and fierce.

Song Xi turned to the side and closed her eyes tightly. She only slowly opened them when she heard the footsteps fading into the distance.

She stared into the darkness, his words from earlier that evening echoing in her ears: "Instead of letting you support someone else, you should support me."

This sentence is probably the reason why he changed his mind at the last minute.

...This was the second time he had explained it to her.

Last time in Shanghai, he didn't answer any of the questions she asked him.

In his view, she was just a child, and there was no need to explain to her or consult with her.

Song Xi uncontrollably regressed to an earlier time, to the scene of Zhao Yansen's first explanation to her.

Years ago, because she was unhappy that he sent her abroad, she deliberately fell down the spiral staircase. She thought that if she got hurt, he would soften and keep her.

But he didn't.

He only told her the reason because she was injured.

He said she was dependent on him and didn't understand true love between men and women. He suggested sending her abroad so that once she came to her senses, they could go back to how things were before.

He didn't want her to regret having had that relationship with him later.

At that time, Song Xi was completely devoted to Zhao Yansen. She was impulsive and naive, and after hearing his words, she felt that he had denied all her feelings.

"You don't believe I like you? You don't believe I love you?" Tears streamed down her face as she gripped the sheets tightly, crying and asking again and again.

"What makes you so sure my feelings are fake? Just because you can't accept that I like you, you conclude that my feelings aren't real... How can you not believe me? I trusted you so much, and you didn't believe me at all. I liked you so much, and you didn't like me at all..."

Later, she didn't need him to like her anymore; she just wanted to stay by his side.

But she said in a fit of pique that she would never come back after going abroad, and he didn't even try to stop her. He just put the safety buckle on her finger before she left.

A tear silently slid down, leaving a dark stain on the silk pillowcase.

In the past, Song Xi was willing to die for love.

Now, Song Xi can barely understand Zhao Yansen's decision to send her abroad back then.

At the same time, she no longer harbored any illusions about him.

She could no longer trust him.

Once she leaves, they will never see each other again.

Her fingers touched the cold phone screen, the notification light flashing incessantly. Song Xi wiped away her tears, forcing herself to regain her composure.

Qin Fanghao inherited her mother's small niche winery in Italy and flew to Europe today to participate in a blind tasting. Meng Weixian: "Envious.jpg"

Meng Weixian: "Eagerly waiting.jpg"

Meng Weixian posted more than a dozen emojis in a row, flooding the screen.

Song Xi: "Meng Er, you're probably evolving into a nocturnal creature. You're as listless as a dehydrated plant during the day, but you're so energetic at night you could go clubbing."

Qin Fanghao: "Hahaha, then he must be a frog, crying 'waaaaa'."

Shang Shixu: "The Frog Prince?"

Meng Weixian: "The Chamber of Commerce is the best at comforting people. They'll treat you to drinks when I get back to Beijing!"

Shang Shixu: "Is your project finished?"

Meng Weixian: "No, we're still a long way from our goal."

Shang Shixu: "Your work efficiency makes me wonder if the group should replace its AI."

Meng Weixian: "Hey! Everyone's got such a sharp tongue, do you eat mushrooms every day?"

The phone screen glowed coldly in the dim room as Song Xi's fingers flew across the keyboard, a smile unconsciously playing on her lips.

Group chat messages kept popping up. Meng Weixian was sending out emojis again, Qin Fanghao sent photos of the winery, and Shang Shixu occasionally chimed in with a precise critique.

Suddenly, very light footsteps came from outside the door.

Song Xi's fingers trembled, and she quickly locked the screen and placed the phone face down on the bedside table.

She pulled the blanket up, closed her eyes, and deliberately made her breathing long and steady.

The door was gently pushed open, and Zhao Yansen's footsteps stopped beside the bed. She could feel his scrutinizing gaze on her face, so intense it seemed to pierce through her disguise.

As Zhao Yansen looked at Song Xi's sleeping face, his phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

A message has obviously popped up.

Thinking of a certain possibility, he smiled lazily.

The girl he was with, who didn't sleep day or night, was full of energy.

The surroundings were completely silent. Song Xi counted the seconds, waiting for Zhao Yansen to leave, but the next moment the world suddenly spun around her.

Without warning, the blanket was pulled back, and a pair of strong arms scooped her up.

"Get up and study." Zhao Yansen's voice was close to my ear.

Song Xi suddenly opened her eyes, meeting his deep gaze: "Now? In the middle of the night? What are we studying?"

Zhao Yansen sat on the edge of the bed, his robe collar slightly open, revealing his strong and alluring chest.

Song Xi stared at him suspiciously, but before she could figure it out, she saw the man slowly and deliberately loosen his belt.

"Watch closely." Zhao Yansen stared at her, his long legs slightly apart, his slender fingers pointing downwards. "I'll only teach you once."

Memories of the hot spring pool flooded back, and Song Xi immediately understood what he wanted to teach her, her cheeks flushing instantly.

Just as Zhao Yansen was about to personally demonstrate how to masturbate with his hands, Song Xi suddenly pounced on him and pinned him to the bed.

"No! Go back to your room and do it, don't do it here, and don't show it to me!"

Zhao Yansen let her push him down and said lazily, "If I don't show you, how can I teach you?"

Song Xi pressed her hands against his bare chest, feeling the intense heat beneath her palms, and her fingertips unconsciously curled up.

Zhao Yansen looked her up and down, his full Adam's apple bobbing.
"Hmm? Speak."

"I don't want to learn."

Song Xi struggled to get up, but Zhao Yansen grabbed her lower back and pressed her down, so that she was completely lying on top of him.

"I won't learn." His nose was almost touching hers. "Then what do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)