What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 35

The downpour continued relentlessly, without pause.

The next day, Ling Qianqian was awakened by a rumble of thunder. The mist, tinged with the scent of wet earth, seeped through the window gaps and filled her nostrils. She reached out and rubbed her heavy eyelids—the man beside her was gone.

The room was dark, and the sky outside remained an impenetrable black, making it impossible to tell day from night.

Since the sudden storm the night before, the rain had not abated. Watching the unending sheets of rain outside, a sense of unease crept into her heart.

During her lovemaking with Bai Yiyan, she had thought the storm added to the mood. Now, she worried whether the strange weather might have some connection to this world.

But she had followed all the instructions step by step. Logically, nothing should be wrong, and if there were, it wouldn’t just be a simple rainstorm—perhaps she was overthinking.

She lifted the blanket, ready to get out of bed and dress. Her spare clothes were down to the last set. After going out, she needed to buy clothes, daily necessities, and a phone.

Last night, Bai Yiyan had suggested she move into his home. Since she had mentioned having nowhere to stay, he offered that if she felt uncomfortable, she could live there as his assistant, like before, without sharing a bed. She thought that wasn’t very realistic—after what had already happened, staying together would be like cohabiting. So she only said she would think about it, neither agreeing nor refusing.

At that moment, the long-missed prompt appeared again: 【Go to BLUE Bar for work at 7 PM tonight.】

The prompt was as concise and neutral as before, devoid of emotion. The only problem: she didn’t know where BLUE Bar was. She had never written about it in her novel.

She swung her legs over the bed. Her limbs were a bit sore and weak, but unlike the broken-bone ache after making love with Cheng Ye. After Bai Yiyan, although her body ached and her pussy was swollen, it left her immersed in endless afterglow.

This man, even with his aggressive advances, cared for her feelings and never hurt her. Unlike Cheng Ye, who had been like a wild beast, reckless and overwhelming, with a terrifying intensity that seemed like he wouldn’t stop until he had consumed her completely.

While washing up, she noticed the bright red hickey on her chest, dazzling like a finely crafted red necklace. The teeth marks were clear and symmetrical, uniquely shaped, especially the inverted-heart pendant, complementing the heart above her navel—a playful, sensuous design.

As she admired it, glowing words suddenly appeared on the mirror: 【Don’t go!】

The abrupt message lasted only a second before fading like sand blown away.

The tone resembled the earlier mirror prompts that claimed to be from “herself.” Could it be, as she suspected, that the two sets of prompts came from different people?

Did it mean she shouldn’t go to BLUE Bar? But why would two prompts contradict each other?

Distracted, she finished getting ready and slipped into a beige sweater dress, then went downstairs.

Bai Yiyan was preparing food in the open kitchen, coincidentally wearing a beige sweater as well. The two of them looked like a couple in matching outfits.

She had never seen him cook here before, only at his home. In the villa, meals were usually delivered, always ready-made. Today, she guessed it was the last day, and with the heavy rain, no one had come to deliver food.

Glancing at the living room clock, it was already past eleven. They were scheduled to leave by three in the afternoon—a little sad.

“Awake?” he asked.

“Mm… what are you cooking? Smells amazing.”

She moved closer. In the pan was half a roast chicken with roasted potatoes and cherry tomatoes, sprinkled with rosemary. The sizzling aroma was mouthwatering, distracting her from earlier worries.

Watching him adjust the potatoes with tongs, she felt playful. Noticing her eager look, he handed her the tongs. “Want to try?”

“Sure.”

She took them and stood by the stove, attempting to turn the potatoes for even cooking. It looked easy but proved difficult—small potatoes slipped easily, and the tongs were heavy and stiff. After last night’s intense lovemaking, she hadn’t fully recovered her strength.

Finding her struggle cute, he quietly stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and took her hands holding the tongs. “No need to rush. Use gentle force—it’s much easier.”

His voice was incredibly pleasant. As the vibration reached her back, warmth and tingles spread through her body.

Suddenly, his cool, handsome face neared hers, guiding her as if in close instruction. “See? Like this, it heats evenly.”

“Mm…”

Thump, thump—

Though just guidance, her attention had completely shifted from the food. Being held from behind like this made her body flush, almost suffocating from the heat.

“Done.”

He turned off the stove, took the tongs from her hand, and set them aside.

“Can’t wait… time to eat.”

Before she could turn, his lips pressed against her flushed cheek. “Sorry… ah…”

Before she could react, he tightened his embrace and kissed her, murmuring, “I want to eat you more right now.”

“…Mm… Ah… Yiyan, no…”

Her words were cut off by his kiss.

Immediately, one large hand rubbed her chest over the sweater, while the other slipped beneath her skirt, parting her underwear, and inserted long fingers.

“Ahh…”

His cool fingers entered her wet heat, instantly eliciting a gush of juices.

“So wet.”

He chuckled, continuing to play with her cunt, pressing forward as the massive erection in his groin met her lower back.

“Yiyan… no… ah…”

The cold fingers were soon warmed and coated by her juices. Ignoring her protests, he twisted inside her, moving more recklessly, drawing moans from her lips.

Just as she was near climax, his fingers withdrew, bringing a flood of clear nectar.

Seizing the moment, he lifted her skirt to her waist, unbuttoned his pants, and a thick, hot cock sprang out, slamming into her soaked cunt, splattering fluids.

Her pussy clenched instinctively with each thrust, secreting more wetness. Her underwear stuck to her, the burning shaft wedged deep between her thighs, driving her nearly insane.

He gripped his cock, pulling her underwear aside. Drips of her nectar trickled freely, only to be blocked by his cock resting at her entrance.

His shaft rubbed back and forth inside her drenched cunt. The glans occasionally brushed her sensitive clit, making her whimper in rhythm with the friction.

Leaning close to her ear, Bai Yiyan whispered provocatively, “It’s hungry. Shall we feed it first?”

The more he rubbed, the hotter she grew. His erotic whispers, like a potent aphrodisiac, left her slightly dizzy. “Mm… ah…”

Taking this as consent, his long, cruel cock spread her lips, forcing her tight passage open before plunging deep.

“Your pussy is so tight.”

He groaned as he filled her entirely, her soft walls sucking him in. Pleasure surged from her spine to her brain.

“Mm… Yiyan, too… too big…”

Last night, noticing her fatigue, he had stopped by at two or three a.m., letting her sleep fully. Now, his ravenous desire could finally be satisfied.

He moved inside her, bodies pressed together, hips thrusting rapidly.

Smack, smack, smack—

Her hands braced on the counter, hips raised, receiving him from behind.

Each sound of union, more lascivious than the last, was swallowed by the storm outside.

“Ah… Yiyan… so big, so hard, so hot… slow… slow… I’ll break…”

“Your little cunt is so naughty, Qianqian… feels too good, I can’t stop.”

She was ravished, head thrown back in pleasure, yet in her blurred vision, she faintly saw a man’s back retreating into the rain—like a drowning dog, pitiful and abandoned.