What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 5

Left standing aside, Cheng Ye watched the two figures walk away. Feeling slightly irritated, he returned to the bar, gripping his glass and swirling it impatiently, letting the ice clink endlessly in the whiskey. He kept feeling that the woman was very familiar, as if they had known each other for years, yet no matter how he searched his memory, he couldn’t find her.

Ye Xize’s interference had ruined the mood, making his own well-intentioned actions seem ridiculous. Since she had accepted the invitation herself, there was nothing more he could say.

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Ling Qianqian followed Ye Xize into a room deep in the corridor. The moment they entered, the door closed automatically.

A woody fragrance from the instruments filled the air. The lighting inside was soft, the air slightly cold—far less warm than the hall with its heating. Along two rows of glass display cases were all kinds of instruments, dazzling to the eye.

“I didn’t expect there to be something like this hidden here… achoo…”

She couldn’t help sneezing, shivering as she pulled her robe tighter. After all, it was late autumn. Barefoot and wearing only a thin silk robe in a room without heating, it felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Suddenly, warmth wrapped around her from behind. A floral scent mixed with a crisp masculine smell filled her breath. Before she could react, Ye Xize had quietly embraced her from behind.

“Mm! What are you doing… let go of me…”

“Enduring the cold just to get my attention?”

“What are you talking about…”

She jolted in shock. In the book, the second male lead was always perfectly restrained, knowing where to stop—never so improper or handsy. There had never been any scene like this.

Ignoring her resistance, the man tightened his arms, pulling her soft body firmly against his chest. His strength easily overpowered her. Lowering his head, he brushed his thin lips against her ear and murmured intimately, “Qianqian, is pretending not to know me really that fun?”

“…What?”

Thump—thump—

Heat spread from her ears to her face, as if the man holding her were Luo Qian.

He knew her? How was that possible?

If she had really entered her own novel, the second male lead didn’t know the heroine at all at the start!

“Wearing the pajamas I gave you, walking barefoot through the dance floor—wasn’t that to get my attention?”

“What do you mean you gave them to me…”

Her mind went blank. Since when did these pajamas become his gift? How had they suddenly become “acquaintances”?

“Ah… mm!”

Before she could react, his kisses suddenly rained down on her neck and shoulders. He swept her black hair aside, hands slipping into her still‑damp robe. Over her bra, he kneaded her breasts. With his other hand, he swiftly pulled away the sash at her waist. Ignoring her attempts to block him, he pressed his palm to her pale, soft belly and slid downward, touching her underwear. Curling his fingers, he teased her through the fabric.

“No… don’t… stop…”

Her body, long untouched by a man, was extremely sensitive. The last time she had sex was two years ago, the night she broke up with Luo Qian. Even though she had initiated the breakup, it had hurt for a long time.

Thinking of Luo Qian, her body grew weak and hot under Ye Xize’s touch, moisture pooling between her legs.

Suddenly, his cool fingers slipped aside her underwear and entered her warm, wet core, stirring lightly. “Miss me this much? You’re already this wet.”

“Mm… please stop…”

Her trembling lower abdomen clenched, a rush of heat spilling out. Clear arousal soaked his fingers, coating them in slick moisture.

Ashamed, she squeezed her thighs together and tried to push away the hand roaming freely over her body. He acted as if nothing could stop him, growing even more brazen.

Was she really going to lose her virginity here?