What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 34

At that moment, a sudden clap of thunder “crack—” split the night, as shocking as daylight for an instant, nearly stealing everyone’s attention—Ji Shi included.

Immediately after, rolling thunderclouds and sheets of rain poured down—fast and sudden, as if the sky itself had collapsed.

Ji Shi’s heart skipped a beat. It was as if he remembered something. He turned around again, only to find the man he had just been speaking to had vanished.

The scene felt eerily like a sudden plot twist in a novel. He quickly pulled out his laptop from his bag and opened it on the bar counter.

The words on the screen were still typing themselves out. To his shock, he realized that the conversation he had just had with that man had been written into the story!

That man was Cheng Zhan! He had actually encountered a character from the book in real life!

No wonder Cheng Zhan had mistaken him for someone else—after all, Ji Shi looked exactly like Cheng Ye.

If that were truly the case, did that mean Ling Qianqian had been trapped inside the book?

He drew in a sharp breath, no longer thinking this hypothesis was absurd. He snapped the laptop shut, picked up the soda beside him, brought it to his lips, then paused and set it back on the counter.

In reality, the bar was called BLUEBERRY, yet in the book it was called BLUE. The coincidence was far too strange.

He had come here to find the patron who commissioned the novel.

This thought had occurred because he saw in the laptop the automatically typed story mentioning the patron. No matter what, he wanted to take a chance and see for himself.

He had assumed it would be simple to find the person, but it proved difficult. The first “patron” he contacted was merely a middleman. The man who commissioned the story—he had only heard the surname Yin and nothing else. After paying a significant sum, the contact told him that the patron often visited BLUEBERRY, so Ji Shi decided to stake out the bar, tipping the bartender and asking to be informed when the man appeared.

On the laptop screen, the story had progressed to Cheng Zhan finding Cheng Ye in the VIP section, the two brothers drinking together.

He closed the laptop, shoved it into his bag, and headed toward the VIP section to see for himself.

When he arrived, however, the VIP section was completely empty—no one there, not even the lights on.

At that moment, the bartender’s voice came from behind: “Boss, this is Mr. Ji.”

Ji Shi turned at the sound, startled.

Behind him, the man the bartender called “Boss” looked exactly like Cheng Zhan. He was leisurely picking a blueberry from a glass on the tray the bartender held and popping it into his mouth.

The only difference from Cheng Zhan was the hairstyle. Also slightly wavy, but longer, tied in a short ponytail, no earrings.

A faint curve of fatigue hung at the corners of the man’s eyes. His deep brown eyes, partially hidden behind long lashes, lifted from the blueberry between his fingers and met Ji Shi’s shocked gaze. He squinted, a lazy smile curling his lips. “Mr. Ji, you finally came. Let’s go upstairs and talk.”

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Thunder rumbled and rolled, sheets of rain mixed with muffled lightning crashing against the black maple windows of the Cheng family villa.

A chill carried fine mist through the window gaps, blowing open the sheer curtains.

Outside, lightning and thunder; inside, burning desire.

Smack, smack, smack—

The loud sounds of their bodies colliding were repeatedly swallowed by the sound of the storm. The night grew darker, while the fire of desire inside the room burned ever fiercer.

At this moment, Bai Yiyan and Ling Qianqian had moved to the study. She pressed her chest against the cold desk, chin resting on manuscript pages, entirely nude, hips raised, while Bai Yiyan thrust into her from behind.

The sudden storm had not dampened their heightened passion; if anything, it acted as a catalyst, making them even more aroused. Like darkness hiding all unspoken desires, it allowed them to let go of shame and release their cravings fully.

Bai Yiyan gripped her hips from behind, thrusting continuously. His thick member rubbed against her folds, entering her hot, tight channel again and again. Her wetness coated him entirely, glistening in the dim light, exuding an obscene allure.

Each thrust filled her, eliciting gushes of fluid. Her tight walls greedily sucked him in, making him even harder.

“Mm… Yiyan… too big… no, I… I can’t… it’ll break… ah…”

A thin sheen of sweat coated the sculpted muscles of his abdomen. Pressing down, his firm chest enveloped her fair, beautiful back. His long fingers locked with hers, pressing her hands onto the desk. Near her ear, he bit her earlobe lightly, whispering, “Qianqian, your little cunt knows how to suck… so wet, so tight. Can’t stop… want me to keep going forever?”

“…Mm!”

He fanned her ear with his hot breath, groaning, relentlessly ramming her drenched channel with his fierce member.

Her body was pierced over and over, juices spraying, her soft form sensitive like a faucet that couldn’t be shut off, greedily drawing in endless desire.

“I wanted to pin you down like this in the study that day… press you against this desk.”

“…Mm?!”

Before she could react, he lifted one of her legs onto the desk, opening her further, letting her channel fully take his thick member.

Streams of fluid splashed with each thrust, the fine droplets illuminated by flashes of lightning, adding a shimmering note to this lascivious night.