What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 29

Clearly, she should have felt grateful to him. Even when his desire was stirred, he still forced himself to stop since she didn’t give her consent—men like that were truly rare.

She tossed and turned in bed, finding it extremely difficult to endure. His scent, his kisses, and his caresses still lingered around her.

“Mmm…”

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but reach into her soaked panties, using her slender fingers to soothe her unfulfilled opening. With her other hand, she kneaded her breasts, imitating the man’s movements from just now.

The more she rubbed, the more wanton she became, and the more she rubbed, the more she wanted. She was overheated, and her body was consumed by desire. She simply took off her clothes, kicked off the blanket, and leaned against the headboard, selflessly pouring out her desires.

At the same time, after taking Ling Qianqian back to her room, Bai Yiyan removed his clothes and walked into the bathroom of the second-floor bedroom.

His member, stark and ferocious, stood erect between his powerful, straight legs, seeming out of place with his handsome figure.

The shower was turned on, and a curtain of cold water poured down from above. He raised his hand to sweep back the hair from his forehead, closing his eyes. The cold water didn’t diminish his heat in the slightest.

He finally couldn’t help but use his hand to grasp the burning-hot member, stroking it up and down.

In the afternoon, in the study, he had also masturbated thinking of Ling Qianqian, but he was interrupted by Ling Qianqian’s knock before he could come.

This was unimaginable for him, who never masturbated.

In everyone’s eyes, Bai Yiyan was a perfect person with a wide range of interests and excellent cultivation. Since childhood, he seemed interested in everything, but nothing had ever truly fascinated him.

Writing could勉强 be considered one, but he had never experienced the kind of all-consuming infatuation that made him forget to eat or sleep.

He seemed to have a natural detachment from desire, even indifference. On the surface, he was interested in everything, but in reality, the opposite was true.

But at this moment, this desire was so intense that it was difficult to dispel, making him feel vaguely uneasy.

He had known Ling Qianqian for several years, and they both had feelings for each other, but their interactions had always been extremely measured. Perhaps this was like slowly boiling a frog, unknowingly getting trapped without realizing it.

The feeling of restlessness, which he had almost never experienced, enveloped Bai Yiyan, just like the thick, ferocious desire in his palm, rapidly expanding and about to lose control.

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Ten kilometers away, in a high-end bar called BLUE in the downtown area, the deafening DJ music and chaotic lights filled the air. The crowded dance floor was in stark contrast to the scene in the second-floor office.

The office had excellent soundproofing. Melodious classical music surrounded the entire warm gray-toned, minimalist room. In the coffee-colored leather sofa, a man wearing a black robe was watching the contents of his phone with a hint of amusement.

He was tall and slender, with his legs crossed and his feet casually bare. His arms were spread wide, and he leaned lazily in the sofa. The sharply defined muscles of his body were naturally revealed from the slightly open collar of his robe, exuding a nonchalant sexiness.

The man wore a black stud earring, and his messy, dark brown hair was slightly curly, partially covering his eyebrows, obscuring yet not blocking his extremely deep, electric eyes. His thick, long eyelashes half-covered his brown pupils, adding a hint of tipsiness, as if he were half-asleep. His nose was high and straight, and his lips were slightly full but not thick. When he wasn’t speaking, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if smiling yet not smiling, giving him a naturally sexy and charming aura.

He watched his phone with great interest, taking a blueberry from the crystal dish on the side table and putting it in his mouth. Then, he took a sip of the whiskey by his hand. As if he had suddenly seen something interesting, he curled his lips and smiled, circling the glass before placing it back on the side table.

This man was none other than Cheng Zhan, the second son of the Cheng family.

The phone was playing surveillance footage from the Cheng family’s villa. Unbeknownst to Cheng Ye, Cheng Zhan had installed cameras long before he had.

However, the two men had different purposes for installing the cameras. Cheng Zhan didn’t want to peep on the guests, but rather, the villa contained many of the Cheng family’s confidential documents, and he wanted to know who had access to them. The cameras that Cheng Zhan installed weren’t only in the living room; every room except the washroom had them, and they were installed with high concealment, unlike Cheng Ye’s, which were easy to discover.

At this moment, he was watching with interest as the woman in the third-floor bedroom was unable to contain her desire and masturbated. Of course, he had also seen the entire process of her and his older brother Cheng Ye making love there last night.

But the most interesting thing was watching the woman and the great writer Bai Yiyan flirting for half the night in the living room, yet he didn’t hug her in the end, forcing her to masturbate in her room. If Cheng Ye knew about this, what kind of expression would he have on his face? Just thinking about it was amusing.