What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 49

The fevered thrusting went on for who knew how long. Then, in the middle of sex that never reached its end, Ji Shi’s breathing and body heat vanished abruptly.

This time, she still didn’t see the moment he disappeared. Just like Bai Yiyan the night before—at the instant when the storm outside howled with wind and rain, she blinked, and the man was gone.

The air was thick with lust. She lay naked on the sofa, the lonely walls of her body still holding the stretched shape of him. Clear arousal slowly flowed from her core, trailing down between her parted thighs. The light-gray sofa cushions were a mess, darkened with wet stains mixed from her fluids and their sweat.

Thinking back, every powerful thrust he had driven into her felt like a farewell.

She had never seen Ji Shi this sorrowful. After all the years she had known him, he had never shown such vulnerability.

Infected by that emotion, a sudden, inexplicable sadness welled up in her chest.

The lingering warmth still echoed in the cool air. She reached out into the emptiness, as if the man were still there—just unseen, untouchable.

At the same time, Ji Shi reached toward the empty sofa cushion, making a gentle stroking motion.

Though they couldn’t see each other, across some invisible barrier, they sensed one another.

Just then, she felt an unseen force pry her open and invade her.

“Mmm…”

It was as if Ji Shi were still there, the thrusting that had stopped now continuing.

Though she couldn’t see him, the heat wrapped around her again. As her legs opened on their own, that thick, burning presence seemed to split her open once more and drive inside.

She let out a soft moan, covering her mouth as if talking to herself, lowering her gaze to the place being taken so intensely it spilled over.

Her lower belly trembled violently—more intensely than when he had still been there.

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Ji Shi groaned, gripping himself and stroking hard. He felt as if his body were being tightly sucked by the layered softness inside her, the sensation so vivid it felt like she hadn’t disappeared at all.

She was hot and soaked, her body clinging to him even more fiercely than before, drawing his desire higher, as if they were breaking through time and space to make love.

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The strange, unbelievable sensation lingered around them both.

Though unseen, they could feel each other’s breath, the delicate sensations of being joined.

“Mmm!”

Again, Ling Qianqian felt the head scrape along her flesh, dragging out, the hard shaft slick with clear nectar brushing her sensitive spot and slamming against her entrance.

She climaxed—body and mind together.

A wave burst from her open folds, as if splashing across the man’s sculpted abdomen, driving him wilder as the thrusts sped up.

The unseen presence drove into her again and again, grinding deep, battering her womb.

Her lower belly seemed to bulge and warp, the force savage and greedy, as if to consume her whole.

She covered her mouth and gasped, afraid that at any moment Bai Yiyan might push the door open.

Though they couldn’t see each other, the burning desire now was even stronger, more obscene.

She propped herself up, hand over her mouth, watching in shame as her open thighs spilled endlessly. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes.

Crystal tears clung to her lashes, ready to fall.

Suddenly, a trace of warmth brushed the corner of her eye, like long fingers gently wiping away that pearl of a tear.

But when she opened her eyes, there was nothing.

At that moment, both of them reached the peak together.

She felt herself filled completely, his body pulsing with his heartbeat, then wave after wave pouring deep inside.

She went limp, as if she had gone through a complete night of sex—more exhausting than hours without rest—and collapsed on the sofa, unable to move.

Her eyelids grew heavy. She remembered she still needed to go downstairs to find Bai Yiyan, but her eyes closed against her will as sensation slowly faded.

When she woke again, she was stunned to find herself wrapped in a towel, standing before the bathroom mirror.

Still hazy, carrying the fresh scent of a shower, she pushed the door open—and froze.

Bai Yiyan had already chosen a movie and prepared late-night snacks, waiting for her on the sofa.