Fatal Desire

Chapter 127 Give her the best
"Okay, I'm a bad thing."

Zhao Yansen wasn't annoyed by her lack of manners and went along with her words, saying, "Xixi is a good girl, you slept with me because you like me."

Song Xi looked into his dark eyes and denied it: "I don't like it."

The older you get, the more you understand, and the harder it is to coax you.

Zhao Yansen laughed instead, "How much do you dislike it?"

“The more you dislike me, the more I dislike you,” Song Xi said.

"I don't like you, yet I've raised you for so many years. Do you think I'm a masochist?" Zhao Yansen's smile vanished.

"I'm not talking about what you like!" Song Xi unconsciously raised her voice, angrily punching him a few more times. "You don't understand at all!"

Zhao Yansen replied, "I understand."

"You do not understand!"

"I understand." Zhao Yansen leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against her face, causing a wet, itchy sensation.

Song Xi's thick, curled eyelashes trembled, and her chest heaved with emotion.

Her eyes were moist and flushed, and her bright, clear eyes stared unbearably at Zhao Yansen, her heart aching.

The man was handsome and sharp, with prominent eyebrows and a deep, unfathomable gaze. When his thin eyelids were lowered, he exuded a natural, domineering, aloof, and unapproachable aura.

She knew it; he had always been like that.

They give her the best, but never the one she wants most.

His heart is like a star that has been orbiting for trillions of years in the depths of the universe, running along a predetermined elliptical trajectory, following an inviolable order and law, and no one can derail it.

He was born without needing love, nor did he deign to love anyone.

Therefore, he did not believe in her deep affection.

Song Xi's eyes welled up with tears, and the light from the lounge shone into those misty eyes, making them seem as if they were adorned with countless glittering stars.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yansen was taken aback.

She looked very sad, but she was holding back her tears, not letting a single tear fall.

Zhao Yansen's throat was dry and hoarse, and the blood flowing through his body was restless with a dense and noisy itching pain. He cupped half of Song Xi's face in his large hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Why are you crying? Is your stomach upset?"

Song Xi shook off his hand, turned her face away, bit her lower lip, and remained silent.

She didn't know what to do.

Zhao Yansen's paper airplane was clearly a gesture of humility, a plea for forgiveness. But they truly couldn't go back to the way things were.

Zhao Yansen felt a sharp pain in his heart, and for a moment he even experienced a suffocating pain.

Her silence was even more heartbreaking than when she had tearfully told him that she was causing him pain and begged him not to look at her anymore.

"Xixi," Zhao Yansen called to her.

Song Xi refused.

Zhao Yansen put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. Song Xi didn't struggle and seemed to let him do whatever he wanted.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, Zhao Yansen holding her as if he wanted to melt her into his very being. In this way, they were family, their blood ties binding them together from birth to death, an unbreakable bond.

Zhao Yansen held Song Xi tightly in his arms, feeling her living, warm, and soft body, until a hot tear rolled down his neck and into his collar.

His heart skipped a beat. He stepped back slightly and saw a face streaked with tears. Her usually bright and lively eyes were now empty and lifeless.

As certain memories surfaced, Zhao Yansen once again felt a sense of panic and loss of control. He gripped her wrist tightly and frowned, asking, "Song Xi, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Xi felt no pain at all, and mechanically said, "Are you done? It's okay, I'm going back now."

Zhao Yansen loosened his grip, stared at her for a moment, and asked, "You forgive me?"

“What’s the point of whether I forgive you or not?” Song Xi said. “You never consider my feelings anyway.”

She has learned to understand his decision to send her abroad and to see things from his perspective as to what she did wrong.

She compromised and agreed to maintain their original relationship without much contact, but he still wanted to reconcile with her.

Song Xi pushed his hand away and stepped down from the dressing table, but Zhao Yansen grabbed her waist. She didn't resist; her cool hair brushed against his Adam's apple, like a sharp blade slicing through Zhao Yansen's carotid artery.

A sharp pain shot through his nerve endings. Zhao Yansen's sharp eyes scrutinized Song Xi's condition inch by inch, and when he spoke, his voice softened.

“If I didn’t consider your feelings, would I have agreed to break up with you in the first place? Would I have fulfilled all your demands? Song Xi, I need you to tell me the truth, to tell me all your worries, instead of just shutting yourself off.”

"Didn't I already tell you? I said I didn't want you anymore, but you wouldn't listen. How did it become my fault?" Song Xi choked up. "I don't know how to make you happy..."

She's no longer just thinking about love, so she can let him go, but she can no longer go back to where she was before.

Unrequited love left her utterly incomplete, possessing only a heart in a medical sense; true completeness lay in mutual love.

“You did nothing wrong.” Zhao Yansen stroked her face and wiped away her tears. “I can agree to anything except this.”

Song Xi didn't even have the strength to ask why; she had already asked him so many questions. He had given her many answers, but none of them were what she wanted.

Zhao Yansen knew the unspoken question she had: "Song Xi, you can go back to a normal life without me, laugh and chat with your friends, and have a normal relationship. But I can't. Even if I can handle everything as before, I can't let you go."

"For me, everything I do must be foolproof, and I must ensure that nothing goes wrong. You can understand why I sent you abroad, otherwise you wouldn't be so terrified every time you come to me."

Despite all the careful planning and precautions, an unexpected event still occurred.

The laboratory explosion nearly disrupted all of Zhao Yansen's plans.

He lay in a coma in his hospital bed for six months, during which time his beloved girl was unable to enter the laboratory.

"I have never cared about or worried about anyone so much."

Zhao Yansen gently wiped away Song Xi's tears, his tone helpless yet coaxing, "You have no problems, you don't need cognitive reconstruction, and you don't need to apologize to me."

Over the years, Zhao Yansen has always cared about the same person, and that has never changed.

Song Xi stared intently at the man, her eyes thoughtful, as if she were digesting his words one by one.

The feeling was like the dizziness that comes when you suddenly breathe in oxygen after holding your breath underwater for a long time. Everything around you blurs, but you are the only one who is clear.

Perhaps because she had neglected him for too long, Zhao Yansen realized that she didn't quite trust him.

He lowered his head and leaned closer, his forehead touching hers, their noses brushing together in a subtle, ambiguous touch.

When Song Xi could no longer resist the allure of male beauty and her breathing became more rapid, Zhao Yansen tilted his head slightly and pressed his thin lips against hers.

(End of this chapter)