Fatal Desire

Chapter 122 Addiction
At noon, Song Xi suddenly wanted to eat hot pot, so she asked Cheng Nian to set up a small banquet in the company's main building restaurant. She and Shang Shixu ate and chatted about work.

She wore an apron while eating and sprayed perfume afterward, but by then the scent had almost completely dissipated.

However, it still couldn't escape the brother's overly keen senses.

His lips brushed against the soft flesh of her neck, and it felt like a spark flying across her skin, causing Song Xi's cheeks and ears to burn instantly.

Damn bodily reaction.

She pressed her hands against Zhao Yansen's chest, trying to push him away: "Whatever smell I have on me has nothing to do with my brother."

Zhao Yansen lifted Song Xi by her slender waist and easily placed her on the entryway cabinet.

Under the lamplight, a black walnut cabinet leaned against the wall, and Song Xi's slender back was pressed against it.

Zhao Yansen squeezed his narrow waist between her legs, leisurely looking into her beautiful, affectionate peach blossom eyes.

Somewhat addictive.

Every time Song Xi sees her brother, she wants to rush up and kiss him.

Staring at each other in the relatively narrow entryway, she couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her hand and covered his eyes, saying fiercely, "Don't look at me!"

"You won't even let me look." Zhao Yansen grabbed her hand. "Princess Xixi, you are far too domineering."

He held her hand in his palm and played with it.

Song Xi suddenly felt a jolt of electricity run through her, and her five fingers felt numb and boneless.

He's really good at it; no matter where he pinches her, it's like flirting and seducing her.

Zhao Yansen knew everything about Song Xi's most authentic self, a completely private space that no one else had ever seen.

She has a lot of questions, a novel and lively mind, and is a bit noisy.

His dark, bright pupils were filled with unrestrained, radiant innocence.

He has a cute smile, but his bones are unusually strong.

She was clearly unwilling to accept it, but she succumbed to her brother's authority.

Zhao Yansen stared into Song Xi's watery eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and asked, "Want to kiss?"

Song Xi turned her head away and refused decisively: "No."

Zhao Yansen gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to turn her face to look at him: "Are you sure you don't want to?"

As he spoke, his thin lips moved as if he might swallow her whole at any moment.

Song Xi had kissed her brother's lips countless times and knew that his lips were not only beautiful but also very kissable.

Soft and slightly cool, the temperature slowly rises as their lips rub against each other, the heat spreading from their lips to their limbs, she will melt in his mouth.

Song Xi swallowed instinctively.

Zhao Yansen pressed down on the back of her neck, tilted his head slightly, his nose brushed against hers, and his hot breath fell on her lips just as he was about to kiss her.

Song Xi suddenly frowned, bent over, and let out a groan of pain.

"Hmm..."

Zhao Yansen's gaze shifted downwards, noticing her hand covering her lower abdomen, and he understood: "Your period came early?"

Her brother always calculates her menstrual cycle very accurately. In the past, Song Xi would obediently answer, but now...
She punched him lightly with her fist and snapped, "Why does my period date need to be remembered, brother!"

Zhao Yansen was both annoyed and amused.

She doesn't remember accusing him of not caring about her, but she does remember accusing him of having ulterior motives.

Zhao Yansen hooked one arm around Song Xi's knee and supported her back with the other, carrying her to the white leather sofa in the living room. He then wrapped her in a blanket and poured her a glass of warm water.

Song Xi was extremely thirsty, so she didn't refuse and gulped down the water in one go, holding the cup in both hands.

After drinking the water, she felt much better and had the energy to retort, "When my brother abandoned me abroad, he didn't care whether I lived or died. What are you pretending to be kind of now?"

Song Xi became increasingly eloquent.

He just channeled all his energy into himself.

Zhao Yansen sat on the sofa, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her into his arms, saying with amusement, "That's not how you use 'pretending'."

Song Xi struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. She slapped his large hand that was covering her lower abdomen hard and said, "Don't touch me!"

During the days he was not home, Zhao Yansen did not contact her, and Song Xi accepted it calmly.

She had long known that as long as she didn't take the initiative, their relationship would end there.

Even if she takes the initiative, it won't lead to anything.

Song Xi's excessive dependence and attachment once caused Zhao Yansen a headache.

Now, her aloofness is pushing him away, causing Zhao Yansen another headache.

She was a noble princess, carefully nurtured and raised by him. But once Song Yunyu is involved, once she comes to her senses, she will not hesitate to abandon him.

"I apologize for going abroad," Zhao Yansen said, rubbing Song Xi's lower abdomen and coaxing her in her ear. "Be good, don't be angry."

Song Xi removed his hand, wrapped herself in a blanket, and hid in the corner of the sofa, speaking earnestly:
"I've already told you I'm tired of this, bro, please don't come anymore."

"I can't even care about you?" Zhao Yansen's expression turned cold.

"Yes, but you shouldn't hold them in your arms to show your concern."

Song Xi rationally drew a line: "If you want to go back to the way things were before, I can agree, but it has to be with relatives you don't see often."

The price of growing up is learning to distinguish between delusion and reality.

For her aunt's sake, she could return to their previous relationship, but only a distant one.

Song Xi used to misunderstand things. She thought that when her brother touched her, it meant that he liked her, but the two were not the same thing.

Zhao Yansen was arrogant and aloof; apart from Song Xi, no one could make him bow down again and again.

How could two people who had been together for so many years end up losing trust and breaking up?

Song Xi knew that everything was due to her love, which was growing wildly like a vine.

She shouldn't have liked him, nor should she have taken advantage of his sense of responsibility towards her, always entangled with him day and night despite his dislike for her.

Zhao Yansen was once greatly troubled by Song Xi's immature love.

Now her words were like a hot iron branding his heart, drawing on the walls of his ventricle, and the smell of burnt blood rose up in his throat.

“You’re not feeling well, we can talk about this later,” Zhao Yansen said coldly.

Song Xi refused. She stood up and said, "I've made myself clear, brother, you know what I mean."

He then turned around and went back to the bedroom without stopping, locking the door from the inside.

In the luxurious, single-level apartment, neon lights reflected off a large floor-to-ceiling window and onto the living room floor, creating a dazzling display of colors.

But something was rotting silently.

Zhao Yansen sat there alone, leaning back on the sofa, a sudden, excruciating pain welling up in his heart.

Was he abandoned by Song Xi again?

Because she has no blood relation with her calm and collected brother, she can abandon him at any time.

If only they were related by blood, then even if she wanted to sever the relationship, she wouldn't be able to.

Zhao Yansen laughed absurdly.

His first hypothetical application was actually used in this kind of situation.

After taking a shower, Song Xi came out of the bathroom and lay on the bed to read the new messages.

Meng Weixian: "Brothers and sisters, listen to my advice: don't get caught up in romance. The construction of our motherland needs you, and a great cause awaits you!"

Song Xi: "You're invisible during the day, but more active than a ghost at night. Is your biological clock welded to the other side of the Pacific?"

Meng Weixian: "President Xi, I didn't expect you to care about me so much (I'm touched). I'm going back tomorrow, so I'll treat you to a big meal then!"

Song Xi was too lazy to reply, so she exited the chat page, but her fingertips uncontrollably continued chatting with Zhao Yansen.

My brother is proud and arrogant, and he's busy with official duties, so he should be leaving now.

She turned off the screen and placed the phone on the bedside table.

I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and that past event inexplicably surfaced in my mind.

She sneaked into her brother's room and crawled into his bed. At first, he scolded her lightly, but when he found it was no use, he locked the door.

But he didn't expect Song Xi to be so crazy. She climbed from her bedroom balcony to his balcony, sneaked in, and was scolded by him again.

After that, he stopped stopping her from coming to his room and let her do whatever she wanted.

That memory was initially filled with happiness for Song Xi, but later it became a sharp blade that pierced her heart.

Her brother's refusal was very clear; it was she who insisted.

Song Xi thought that if Zhao Yansen really needed a younger sister, she could take a step back and be a younger sister to him who didn't have much contact with him.

He has a younger sister, so she doesn't need to see him often, and both of them are satisfied.

Lost in thought, Song Xi drifted off to sleep.

The next day, the alarm clock rang. She woke up sleepily, washed up, and yawned as she left her room.

Suddenly, a tall and slender figure entered their field of vision.

Song Xi was startled and her drowsiness vanished instantly: "Brother, why are you still here?"

(End of this chapter)