What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 15

Seeing her shy, evasive expression, the man’s sex still inside her swelled another notch.

He began to move slowly. By now her hole was already full of moisture; the pain gradually faded, replaced by comfort as her already sensitive body—deprived for so long—was filled again.

The water in the tub rose and fell in waves, from slow to fast, stirring lewd ripples in time with his thrusts.

“Mmm…”

She lifted her chin, hands resting on his broad shoulders, moving up and down with him, indulging in the pleasure. Her soft, whimpering moans grew more uninhibited, no longer as restrained as the first time.

Without realizing it, they did it once more in the bathroom.

By the time they lay down on the bed, it was almost six in the morning.

Cheng Ye didn’t pursue the earlier questions again. Holding her from behind, he placed a light kiss on the back of her neck.

“Good night.”

Though it was already morning, for two people about to sleep, “good night” felt more fitting.

She was utterly exhausted and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, not hearing him at all.

Cheng Ye didn’t understand what he was doing, being troubled by so many emotions in a single night.

He didn’t really know her.

—

Ji Shi knew her far too well.

They had known each other for seven years. After she graduated, they spent nearly three of those years frequently together because of work.

When Ling Qianqian was dating Luo Qian, he was her senior in college, two years above her. Ji Shi was Luo Qian’s roommate, and the three of them often hung out together.

She dated Luo Qian for two years. After they broke up, Ji Shi took constant care of her. Later, when he learned she wanted to write full-time, he gave her opportunities and became her dedicated editor.

Many times, Ji Shi had the urge to confess to her. Once, in particular, when she got drunk and collapsed against him, he almost lost control and slept with her—but in the end, he only tucked her in and whispered “good night” by her ear after she fell asleep.

So at this moment, as Ji Shi stood in the apartment staring at the flickering text on the screen, he was deeply shaken.

The cursor blinked and stopped there, as if falling asleep along with the characters in the book, as though the time in the story and reality were moving in sync.

It was midsummer. By a little past six in the morning, Ling Qianqian still hadn’t returned.

Ji Shi looked at the laptop and her phone, a growing unease settling in his chest.

Ling Qianqian usually never went out without her phone. Coupled with the bizarre auto-typing on the laptop—and the fact that the protagonist had become Ling Qianqian herself, with words and actions identical to hers, along with many details that eerily matched reality—the more he thought about it, the more frightening it became.

He closed the laptop. The screen didn’t go dark; the story remained frozen at the same point, as if this supernatural phenomenon ignored battery limits.

It hadn’t been 48 hours yet, so reporting her missing would be useless.

Ling Qianqian had a very small social circle. Several times when she deliberately cut contact because she was in a bad mood, Ji Shi had always found her with that man.

Bai Yiyan. He would try his luck there.

Bai Yiyan was half her teacher, a top-tier writer, and one of the people Ling Qianqian trusted most.

She might be there.

With that thought, he stuffed the laptop—which was still running despite having no power—into his bag, took her phone, and quickly left the room.