What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Ling Qianqian and Bai Yiyan spent the rest of their days in the villa without incident. They interacted as usual, neither of them mentioning what happened that night. Yet, on a few evenings, she couldn’t help but indulge in self-pleasure, especially after recalling the sight of him with the bulge in his crotch stained with her fluids that night—the maddening itch never fully faded.

During this time, Cheng Ye did not come to visit. She assumed the scene in the main hall had discouraged him, never imagining that Cheng Zhan was secretly scheming behind the scenes.

Following Cheng Zhan’s suggestions, Cheng Ye had been trying to implement a plan to replace the alliance marriage, keeping himself so busy he hadn’t slept properly for several days and nights.

At this moment, he was on his way to the villa. He missed her unbearably and had decided he had to see her. She was leaving the villa tomorrow, and he wanted to know if she would come with him.

Tonight was the last night at the villa. Ling Qianqian and Bai Yiyan strolled and chatted in the courtyard—a daily post-meal activity that was always the most pleasant. They discussed all sorts of topics; he was knowledgeable, talkative, and never let the conversation falter. Even having spent a month in the villa with him, she never felt bored. No man had ever made her feel so comfortable, at ease, and safe living under the same roof.

That night, because he respected her when she forcibly stopped midway, her trust in him deepened, and she even felt he was truly the rare, ideal man in real life.

The autumn breeze was refreshing, the cool air invigorating. The cobblestone path was quiet except for their footsteps and conversation, with only the rustle of leaves and the chirping of insects and birds. Looking up, the moonlight was gentle, the scene tranquil.

These paradise-like days were coming to an end. She felt conflicted—her prompt had yet to appear, leaving her directionless, and she still had a practical concern: she had no money, and after leaving the villa, she would need a place to stay.

“Qianqian.”

“A-Yan.”

They almost spoke simultaneously, but following his usual courteous manner, he said warmly, “You first.”

“Well… I’m a bit short on money. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some, if it’s convenient.”

She felt embarrassed speaking on the topic, fidgeting with her sweater dress hem and shifting her gaze toward the neatly trimmed flower beds.

“You’ve been helping me as an assistant this past month. You deserve your wages. Even if you hadn’t asked, I intended to give them to you. That’s all I wanted to say.”

“Ah? I… I feel bad. I didn’t really do anything…”

“Don’t be polite with me.”

Just then, Ling Qianqian’s gaze was drawn to Cheng Ye at the main gate. He seemed to be speaking with the security personnel; outsiders were not allowed while she was writing, and even the Cheng family heir would need approval.

Almost simultaneously, the long-awaited prompt finally appeared: a glowing text abruptly flashed before her eyes: 【Kiss Bai Yiyan, let Cheng Ye see.】

The style of the prompt seemed to revert to its original form. She always felt that the person sending the first prompts and the one claiming to be her in the restroom conversation were different—utterly distinct in style.

Without hesitation, she had to follow the prompt. As the security guard let Cheng Ye through and the gate slowly opened, Ling Qianqian acted quickly, swallowed her pride, and turned to stand in front of Bai Yiyan.

“A-Yan, Cheng Ye is here… can we, uh… pretend to kiss so he can see from afar?”

Bai Yiyan saw Cheng Ye entering. Before he could respond, Ling Qianqian had already thrown herself into his arms. She rose on tiptoe, wrapping her hands around his neck, bringing her lips to his, touching without actually kissing.

From Cheng Ye’s perspective, it looked like they were kissing.

Perhaps they were too close; their breaths mingled. His restrained lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of moisture inside.

Her heart raced, her face warming. His unique citrus scent filled her senses. She dared not look up, feeling suffocated from the proximity.

Her eyes rested on his lips—thin, restrained, subtly moving as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple rolling.

Their breathing quickened; the atmosphere grew increasingly intimate. She tried to pull away, but his lips silently pressed against hers, teasingly touching, exploring her lips.

“Mm… A-Yan, don’t take it seriously…”

“The most convincing performance is when the fake becomes real.”

His pleasant voice, with crisp breaths, fell between her lips as if speaking normally, but now with a subtle seductive undertone.

At that moment, his cold long fingers gently tilted her chin, bringing it to his lips. Without waiting for her reaction, the sudden kiss silenced her.

“…Mm!”

Unlike before, his warm, forceful tongue explored her mouth, intertwining with her soft tongue.

A shiver of heat shot to her head, making her eyes wet and brows furrow.

Feeling her silent consent, he became bolder, their tongues moving naturally together, reminiscent of the kiss in the living room days ago.

His suppressed desire now challenged his reason. He held her close, one hand supporting her nape, gently massaging her flushed ears. Her black hair spilled through his fingers. He kissed and caressed her heated face, as if quietly stoking buried desire.

“Shall we go inside?”

“Mm…”

She shyly agreed, already weakened by the kiss, her body soft and warm, her core damp, as if kissing alone could not relieve the heat.

As soon as their lips parted, her lower back tightened; her legs lifted off the ground, and the man unexpectedly carried her in a princess hold, holding her securely.

Her long hair fell messily, her flushed face pressed against his chest, brushing his white sweater. She could hear his strong heartbeat near her ear, rapid and deafening.

Bai Yiyan carried her into the villa, while Cheng Ye stood frozen at the gate, watching Ling Qianqian being carried inside from a distance.

Cheng Ye’s figure flickered in her peripheral vision. She didn’t dare look at him, unsure of what he was thinking.