Fatal Desire

Chapter 133 Ignoring everything, she tilted her head back and kissed him.

"Satisfied."

Song Xi looked up at him, her face beaming with joy, like a bright and cheerful sunflower. "I just love fooling around with my brother."

Zhao Yansen smiled, lowered his head, and kissed her naturally, tenderly and gently. His kiss was devoid of lust, unhurried, and incredibly patient.

Song Xi really enjoys kissing.

To be more precise, she really enjoyed kissing him.

As the night deepened, the room seemed even quieter. Song Xi could almost clearly hear the sexy, soft moans escaping Zhao Yansen's throat. Her cheeks burned, and she unconsciously let out a soft moan.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yansen paused for a moment, then stepped back slightly to gaze at her beautiful face. She had just finished showering, and her pure, fresh-faced beauty was amplified several times over.

Song Xi wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning against him in a half-closed position. Zhao Yansen, still wanting more, was about to lower his head to kiss her again when Song Xi yawned.

"I'm so sleepy, brother." Her eyes welled up with drowsy mist, brighter and more dazzling than the moonlight outside the window.

Today's emotional ups and downs have taken a toll on Song Xi's energy, leaving her exhausted. However, she is still excited and wants to spend more time with Zhao Yansen.

At this point, she couldn't hold on any longer.

Zhao Yansen picked her up horizontally, strode towards the bed, and carefully laid her down.

Song Xi opened her eyes with difficulty and tugged at his sleeve: "Are you leaving?"

"I'm not leaving." Zhao Yansen carefully covered her with the silk quilt and patted her head with his large hand. "You go to sleep first, I'll go wash up."

He said he wouldn't leave if he didn't leave.

"Okay." Song Xi let go and peacefully closed her eyes to sleep.

The French crystal chandelier was turned off, leaving only the warm orange light of the wall lamps.

After closing the curtains with the remote, Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes and looked at Song Xi for a while. He then leaned down and gently kissed her forehead before stepping into the bathroom.

The next morning, Song Xi woke up groggily to find herself nestled in Zhao Yansen's arms. She snuggled closer, confirming that everything that had happened the night before was neither an illusion nor a dream.

It felt like something hard was pressing against her.

Song Xi reached out to touch it, but before she could, a large hand grabbed her wrist, and a man's hoarse voice sounded above her head: "No condom, don't touch me."

"Oh." Song Xi immediately understood, her ears burning, but she didn't leave his embrace. Instead, she moved her body closer to him.

Zhao Yansen's eyes darkened, but he didn't push her away. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

Two bodies pressed tightly together, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeat, soft or hard.

Song Xi tilted her chin up and rubbed her soft cheek against Zhao Yansen's chin. The man had stubble in the morning, which felt a bit itchy.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Zhao Yansen looked down at her.

"It doesn't hurt," Song Xi described truthfully. "It's just a bit strange, why does my stubble grow so fast, but my hair grows so slowly?"

"Maybe the stubble is a bit rebellious and eager to sprout." Zhao Yansen lightly brushed his chin against her smooth forehead, making Song Xi shrink her neck and laugh out loud. "Hair is like yours, it takes time to grow."

Song Xi tilted her head back and kissed him without a care in the world.

Their warm breaths mingled, a tender moment stirring up hidden desires, and Zhao Yansen finally took a morning shower.

Song Xi, on the other hand, ate her Western-style breakfast with a refreshed and cheerful mood.

They are on the East Coast of the United States, near Central Park, which is known as the "green lung" of Manhattan.

With her phone on the dining table, Song Xi, with a piece of toast in her mouth, typed a reply to unread messages with one hand while looking down.

"You can look at it after you finish eating," Zhao Yansen said, taking her phone away with his arm.

Song Xi sighed, "Eating while looking at my phone is bad for my stomach, but it's good for my mental state." "It is very good." Zhao Yansen scrutinized her expression and followed her words, "So good that you can't distinguish between close and distant relatives."

He was in front of her, but she wouldn't talk to him, instead trying her best to chat with the male on the other end of the internet.

Song Xi felt a little guilty.

She hadn't really adjusted yet. She had accepted the fact that Zhao Yansen didn't like her, and even faced the fact that they couldn't go back to how they were before.

Last night I acted on impulse, but now that I've regained my senses, I feel a little embarrassed.

The word "awkward" is extremely unusual when used between the two of them.

Song Xi touched the jade pendant around her neck, ate quietly and obediently, and did not speak again.

After the meal, Zhao Yansen answered a phone call, his expression calm and his tone indifferent.

Song Xi thought it was business, so she sat on the sofa, holding her laptop, and replied to an email. Unexpectedly, he told her, "It's Xiao Xunzhi on the phone. Good news."

Song Xi looked up: "Good news?"

"I had a son," Zhao Yansen said succinctly.

Song Xi's eyes sparkled as she suddenly realized, "She gave birth! Last time I visited my maternal grandmother, she said she was only a few months pregnant. I didn't expect her to give birth so soon."

Her tone was joyful, full of welcome for the arrival of the new life.

Wen Ning and Xiao Xunzhi were childhood sweethearts, growing up together in the same compound. They married young, and before Song Xi went abroad, they had a beloved daughter. Now that she has returned to China, she has a son. As someone who can be considered a frontline intelligence officer, it's hard for her not to be happy.

Xiao Kaizhi's family arranged a marriage, and he is currently cultivating his relationship with his fiancée, and they will be getting married soon.

If you think about it, it seems that only her brother from the Zhao and Xiao families is still homeless... Well, not exactly none, there are rumors about his marriage to the fourth young lady of the Li family.

The joy in Song Xi's eyes seemed to be extinguished, and her gaze gradually became vacant. Zhao Yansen strode over, pressed a button with his long finger, and closed her laptop.

Song Xi finally snapped out of her daze: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Tell me if anything happens, don't overthink it," Zhao Yansen said.

"Hmm!" Song Xi put on a smile and collected her chaotic thoughts.

She went abroad to relax and didn't have a fixed work schedule, so she obediently let her brother take her with her.

In the evening, Casa Cipriani luxury yacht club hosted a dinner on a private yacht, where the organizers invited top musicians favored by Song Xi to perform privately.

She eagerly followed Zhao Yansen.

The club is a private social venue for old money families, European nobles, and hedge fund tycoons. Members include the Saudi royal family and Silicon Valley VCs, and its main focus is on the exchange of business resources.

The yacht featured a custom molecular gastronomy meal prepared by a Michelin three-star chef.

As night falls, the neon lights of Times Square and the lights of Broadway theaters illuminate the space.

The shimmering blue sea was parted by the luxury yacht, creating delicate, silvery ripples. The private yacht, like a floating palace, slowly departed from the dock.

Inside the yacht lobby, crystal chandeliers illuminated the space as if it were daytime. Guests stood in twos and threes, the champagne tower reflecting a dazzling light.

No sooner had Song Xi and Zhao Yansen stepped into the place than a blond, blue-eyed foreign man came over to greet them.

"Mr. Zhao," Fesdler greeted with a smile, holding two cigars in his hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Zhao Yansen's left hand was resting lightly on the pretty girl's waist, a gesture full of possessiveness.

Fesdler's gaze slid to Song Xi, and he asked Zhao Yansen with a gentle smile, "Is this your wife?"

(End of this chapter)