What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 48

“Mm! What are you—”

Being kissed so suddenly caught her off guard.

She hit his chest hard, but he restrained her with undeniable strength. In his deep, dark eyes was an unhidden sorrow. He stared at her intently, a humble plea in his gaze.

Several seconds of silence passed between their locked eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his thin lips trembling as he slowly spoke, “Qianqian, I like you.”

“…”

She was close to Ji Shi, but after so many years, he had never shown romantic interest.

The sudden confession stunned her. He didn’t look away this time, as if he had made up his mind.

“I don’t know when we’ll meet again. If I don’t say this now, I’ll regret it,” he said, pulling her head into his chest. “I’ve liked you for seven years.”

“You…”

Her voice came muffled from his chest, like an old recording—dull and unclear.

Thump, thump—

His heart was racing. His deep voice vibrated through his chest into her ear.

Seven years—did that mean he liked her even before she dated Luo Qian?

She looked up in disbelief. His jaw was tight, his gaze lowered to her. His lashes fluttered, and in his deep eyes was tenderness for her, mixed with a sadness she couldn’t read.

“Ji Shi, I don’t know what to say, I—”

“You don’t have to answer me now. But right now…”

He held her tighter. She felt his hard arousal pressing against her through the towel—hot, firm, and faintly pulsing.

“Hey… what are you doing…”

“I want to hold you,” he said plainly, then kissed her again to stop her words. Her lips and tongue were soft and sweet. Desire surged, hard to suppress. “Before one of us disappears, I want to hold you.”

He had imagined touching and kissing her like this countless times. Seven years of secret love could have gone on longer—but the situation now might not allow it.

If Silver was right, every meeting could be the last.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, he had a bad feeling. He felt his fate was slowly overlapping with Cheng Ye’s.

Would there be a day he vanished without a sound?

If that happened, he would just be a passing figure in her life—someone she might soon forget, as if he never existed.

He didn’t dare think deeper. Each time he did, the unease spilled out.

That fierce impulse turned into burning affection. Ignoring her protests, he lifted her in his arms and walked to the sofa.

This was Bai Yiyan’s bedroom. He didn’t want to do it on the bed.

Her back sank into the cushions, and his tall figure blocked all the light.

He was serious. He truly wanted her.

Thump, thump—

Her heart raced. Cheng Ye liked pressing her down like this too. The two men looked so alike—when they were silent, it was hard to tell them apart.

But this man was clearly Ji Shi.

She had sparks with him before, but maybe because they knew each other too well, it felt unreal.

Yet where did that sadness in his eyes come from?

“Ji Shi, I think—mm!!”

Before she could react, he kissed her forcefully.

He had made up his mind.

His strong, agile tongue tangled with hers, making her body go weak.

That familiar face made her dizzy—was he Ji Shi, or Cheng Ye?

She had slept with Cheng Ye many times. Being pressed down by Ji Shi now didn’t feel unfamiliar.

Ji Shi didn’t want to waste time. With a swift move, he pulled off her towel.

“Mm!”

Freed of restraint, she instinctively squeezed her thighs together, arousal flowing.

Her naked body was fully exposed. His eyes burned. He let out a low sigh, kneading her full breasts, teasing her nipples, and watching her flush and gasp.

His other hand undid his pants, releasing his fully aroused length. It sprang free, thick and hard. Looking down, it looked strikingly similar to Cheng Ye’s, making her dazed.

Without extra moves, he lifted one of her slender legs onto his shoulder, thrust forward, guided himself to her wet center, teased a few times, then pushed in hard.

“Ah…”

“Mmh.”

Being filled so suddenly overwhelmed her senses.

Before she could catch her breath, he began thrusting hard.

“So tight.”

“Mmm… slower…”

Their bodies slapped together loudly. His hard length moved in and out, slick with clear fluid, grinding inside her, drawing out waves of wet sounds.

If she felt nothing for him, she wouldn’t be this wet.

Emotion turned into force. His thrusts grew fiercer. Her breasts bounced wildly. Her messy, helpless look drove his desire higher.

Years of her smiles and expressions seemed to gather in this moment, as he took her fully, capturing his heart.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mmm…”

Cheng Ye had asked that too, giving her a strange feeling.

She couldn’t tell anymore—was it Ji Shi or Cheng Ye inside her now…