Fatal Desire

Chapter 118 is ultimately just her own affair.
Song Xi blinked her eyelashes, her head tilting down slightly due to gravity, her nose touching his nose.

She instantly pounced like a startled rabbit, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her warm, moist breath spraying onto his vital carotid artery.

Those hidden, surging emotions are like the leaves on a sycamore tree in late autumn. With the slightest breeze, they can't help but fall and fill the entire heart. If you touch them unintentionally, they will rustle and make a sound.

Physical contact connects to sensitive nerves beneath the skin and flesh, which then extend infinitely to the heart, ultimately resulting in the pounding, roaring sound of a heartbeat.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Song Xi already felt that Zhao Yansen was seducing her even with his breathing, and now she was being forced to watch him manually relieve himself.

That was an irresistible combination; she simply couldn't resist.

"You're so annoying," Song Xi said in a muffled voice, her voice soft and gentle.

Zhao Yansen chuckled, his arm tightening around her waist as he turned his head slightly, whispering in her ear, "Is this already annoying?"

His large hand lightly caressed her sensitive waist, causing Song Xi to laugh and wriggle against him: "It tickles, don't..."

Zhao Yansen embraced her, easily rolled over, pinned her beneath him, lowered his head, and nudged her collarbone with his high, straight nose, making Song Xi laugh incessantly.

She tried to push him away, but couldn't. She could only reach out and hold his head, trying to stop him.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yansen suddenly opened his lips and, through the thin fabric of her clothes, sucked on her soft heart.

"Hmm..." Song Xi unconsciously raised her long, slender neck and let out an impatient groan, "Don't eat me."

Her sash was deftly untied by long fingers, and her collar slid down to the sides.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head and took her into his mouth again.

His skills were superb, and he completely captivated her with his passion.

Amidst the surging emotions, Song Xi barely managed to grasp a sliver of reason. She raised her legs and tried her best to kick him, but Zhao Yansen's long legs easily subdued her.

"I won't touch you." He kissed her lips, his voice low and husky. "Let's sleep together."

Before she could refuse, Zhao Yansen pulled Song Xi into his arms and lay down to sleep.

Song Xi, still breathing heavily, nestled in his incredibly reassuring embrace, stopped struggling and said earnestly, "Just once. After tonight, it can't be like this again."

Zhao Yansen did not reply to her.

His heart felt as if it had been crushed by something sharp, and an indescribable numbness and pain arose instantly.

For no apparent reason, I recalled the scene of Song Xi walking away with her head down in disappointment when she first confessed her feelings to Zhao Yansen and was ruthlessly rejected when she wanted to sleep in the same bed with him that night.

Lying on the same bed, Song Xi no longer snuggled into Zhao Yansen's arms as she used to, and was unusually quiet and well-behaved.

As a result, neither of them slept very well.

The next morning, as the sky began to lighten and the first rays of dawn pierced through the gaps in the curtains, they streamed into the room.

Song Xi woke up groggily and got out of bed to wash up without any hesitation.

After breakfast, the two got into the car to return to the courtyard house.

Song Xi leaned back in her chair, a laptop on her lap, frameless glasses perched on her nose, her eyes lowered as she focused intently on her work.

The driver, wearing white gloves, glanced in the rearview mirror. The man in the back seat slowly flipped through a contract document with his long fingers, exuding an air of aloofness and prestige from the world of fame and fortune.

The relationships between aristocratic families are truly strange.

The car drove into the courtyard and came to a smooth stop. Song Xi got out of the car, and a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers from the courtyard greeted her.

Song Yunyu had been waiting under the eaves for a long time. In the dim morning light, she saw her little niece walking towards her, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

"Aunt?" Song Xi rushed forward to support her, her fingertips touching something icy cold. "The medicinal soup is ready." Song Yunyu gripped her hand tightly, her voice trembling, "Drink it while it's hot."

Song Xi wrinkled her nose: "Is it time to take medicine again?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, like she was when she was a child and being coquettish. Song Yunyu was indeed amused, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes smoothed out: "The recipe has been improved, it's not bitter."

In the front hall, Song Xi sat on a large, comfortable sofa and drank the medicinal meal in one gulp in front of Song Yunyu.

"Drink slowly." Song Yunyu held her niece's hand, feeling a pang of sadness. As her niece's only relative, she didn't even know the truth about the laboratory explosion.

"No, I have to swallow it before my taste buds taste bitter." Song Xi said playfully, her mood relaxed and cheerful, seemingly completely unaffected by the bombing.

Song Yunyu recalled the past. Back then, her older brother and sister-in-law were still alive, and her little niece would hold up her finger and cry for comfort even if she got a small scrape.

Memories flooded her mind like a tide, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Auntie." Song Xi suddenly opened her arms and hugged her, her tone deliberately light and cheerful, "Let's make it clear first, you're not allowed to scold me."

Song Yunyu hugged the person tightly, her palm touching the bony shoulder blade: "It's because Aunt didn't take good care of Xixi."

"No." The forced calm was shattered by these words. Song Xi's throat tightened, as if someone had suddenly grabbed her throat.

A warm palm stroked her back: "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It doesn't hurt." She shook her head, but tears fell onto Song Yunyu's shoulder. "Auntie, I'm sorry..."

She tried her best to control herself, but the series of emotions she had suppressed over the years collapsed like a dam bursting open in her aunt's presence.

Song Yunyu gently stroked the top of her head: "Silly child, how could you bear it all by yourself for so long..."

Tears blurred her vision, and Song Xi remained silent, her throat choked with unspeakable pain.

She wiped it away silently, but more surged down.

She thought that the most difficult days were over and that she would no longer feel grief and emptiness because of those things.

But now, in her aunt's warm embrace, those grievances, loneliness, and forbearance seem to have found an outlet.

No matter how much she suffered, the past is ultimately her own affair, and she has no one to blame but herself.

Her tightly clenched lips trembled slightly, but tears betrayed her stubbornness, falling one after another.

In the light filtering through the window, Zhao Yansen stood there for an unknown amount of time, his figure as still as a pine tree.

The morning light cast a cold white hue on his deep features, but it couldn't penetrate his dark eyes.

The sight of the girl silently weeping on her aunt's shoulder was like a dull knife slowly cutting into his heart.

Song Xi cried in front of Zhao Yansen many times, whether intentionally or genuinely.

I have never cried like this before.

At this moment, she was so vulnerable that it was frightening. It was as if she had suffered a great injustice and had no one to confide in. Even her crying was done carefully, for fear of disturbing others.

Before that, he had been by her side the whole time, but she only showed a little emotion briefly when she had a nightmare in the car, and then she returned to her usual indifferent state.

Tears fell freely, but there wasn't a trace of sobbing.

The morning mist in the courtyard swallowed up all sounds.

Zhao Yansen watched as large tears rolled down Song Xi's cheeks, like pearls from a broken string, reflecting fragmented light in the morning glow.

His heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and he winced in pain.

(End of this chapter)