What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 52

His warm, gentle, magnetic voice blew hot against her ear. Being held tightly in his arms made her heart race and her face flush crimson.

She didn’t know what kind of emotional history she had with this man in the book, but at this moment she had a strange illusion, as if the one holding her was Luo Qian.

“Don’t do this… let go of me. We already broke up. How could I go home with you…”

“Break up? You only said you needed time to cool off.” He reached out to brush aside the dark hair by her temple, revealing her porcelain-white, beautiful neck. “Besides, I would never agree to a breakup.”

“Mm…”

Before she could react, he lowered his head and kissed her. A warm, tingling sensation spread from the hollow of her neck, making her body soften uncontrollably, her will to resist growing more and more blurred.

As the man pulled open her collar, he noticed the half-faded hickey necklace on her neck and frowned. “Such a delicate hickey—this definitely isn’t Cheng Ye’s work, is it?”

“…”

Being seen like that made her blush to the tips of her ears. She reached up to cover it, but he brushed her hand aside with interest. “Was it that writer Bai?”

“Mm…”

She was left speechless. From her reaction alone, Ye Xize knew he had guessed right.

In an instant, a strong wave of jealousy surged up. If it were Cheng Ye, he might not have cared, but for some reason, he was deeply jealous of Bai Yiyan—so much so that it caught even himself off guard, as if he were about to lose his composure. Still, he restrained himself and showed his usual smile.

“So fickle.”

A trace of reproach was wrapped in his gentle voice. His large hands suddenly punished her, kneading the full softness of her breasts, squeezing and gathering them, increasing the force until her breath turned into soft, lewd gasps.

His thin lips found their mark, sucking and nibbling at the delicate skin of her neck. His slightly heavy, desire-filled breaths left stinging marks wherever they passed. “If I don’t fuck you a few more times, you’ll probably forget the shape of me inside your body, won’t you?”

“Don’t… mm!”

A faint pain spread from her neck. Was he really going to leave a hickey there?

“Don’t…”

She hurried to stop him, but couldn’t resist his unquestionable strength.

The man clearly chose this spot on purpose. The skin here was thin and rich with blood vessels, so the mark would last a long time and be hard to fade. It was also very visible—unless she wore a high collar, it would be easily seen.

Ye Xize finally lifted his lips from her neck. Looking at the two connected, heart-shaped hickeys there—bright red and far more obvious than the fading one on her chest—he chuckled in satisfaction and kissed the spot lightly.

“What are you doing…” She touched the damp, stinging place on her neck and saw the obvious mark reflected in the glass partition by the cabinet. It was even two hearts. Panicking, she stammered, “Who told you to leave that, you—”

“Afraid your Professor Bai will see it?”

“Mm…” As if her thoughts had been exposed, her face flushed instantly. Every bit of it was seen by the man.

The jealousy completely drowned him. The patience he had intended to keep, to take things step by step, was worn away by how much she cared about another man’s reaction.

His hand slid from her breasts down her soft abdomen, quickly moving lower. He lifted her skirt, skillfully pulled aside her underwear, and without warning plunged his long fingers inside her.

“Ah—”

The cold fingers suddenly entering her warm, wet core made her tremble. The sudden stimulation caused her already damp flower to release even more slick fluid.

With playful intent, he stirred the soft flesh inside her, deliberately teasing her sensitive spots, fanning the flames at her ear. “Still this wet with just a touch. Does Professor Bai understand all your sensitive points better than I do?”

As if competing, his fingers worked harder, stimulating the tender flesh inside. Streams of liquid spilled out uncontrollably, like a faucet that couldn’t be shut.

“No, don’t… take it out…”

His fingers withdrew as she wished. She thought she could finally breathe—but then he turned her to face him. Just as her lower back was about to hit the side table, he pulled her in with a large hand, blocking the impact so the pain landed on the back of his hand instead.

That small, thoughtful detail made her heart tremble. At such close range, facing that handsome face identical to Luo Qian’s, she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

After all, he was a man she had once loved, and his looks were exactly her type. Even though they had broken up for extreme reasons, seeing this face again, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him—especially since he wasn’t Luo Qian.

His long lashes fluttered. The familiar curve appeared at the corners of his narrow eyes and lips. “Looks like I need to punish you properly.”

“Mm!”

Before she could react, his kiss sealed her lips.

The familiar scent and the entwining of lips and teeth made her sink instantly. He was her first love, and the fact that this Ye Xize was not actually him made it even more exciting.

His chest pressed close. At some point, the hard bulge had already reached her entrance.

“N-no, someone could come in at any time…”

“They won’t.” Silver threads stretched between their briefly parted lips. He smiled slyly and rubbed his forehead lightly against hers as he whispered, “I booked all the private rooms. No one will disturb us.”

“What?”

As she was still shocked, Ye Xize smoothly lifted her skirt to her waist, only to notice the heart-shaped hickey above her navel, painfully glaring into his eyes.

He had thought she was just using Bai Yiyan as an excuse. He hadn’t expected that she had actually slept with him.

He had given her time to cool off, given her space, and didn’t stop her from playing around—but he couldn’t tolerate her becoming serious. Especially since he knew Bai Yiyan wasn’t the type to fool around. She could easily control Cheng Ye, but not Bai Yiyan.

An intense irritation enveloped him, but he quickly suppressed it. He didn’t want to show it in front of her.

Ye Xize freed one hand to undo his pants, releasing the swollen length that had been restrained for so long.

Ling Qianqian looked down. The fierce shaft sprang out, standing stark and proud. The tip was flushed red, the shaft faintly crimson, veins clear—exactly like Luo Qian’s.

Her core reflexively gushed with fluid, soaking her already wet underwear completely. Nectar overflowed from the edges and trickled down along her thighs.

He lifted one of her legs, gripping the back of her knee with his hand. With the other, he quickly pulled her underwear aside, fully exposing her flooded flower.

“Mm!”

“Mm.”

The tip aligned precisely with her entrance, teasing it a few times before thrusting straight in.

The massive length forced her open, slick with fluid, crushing through layers of soft flesh, driving deep down the passage and into her womb.

An overwhelming surge of pleasure exploded where they were joined, like an electric current rushing through every limb.

Without giving her any time to adjust, he immediately began thrusting.

Entering her body again sent him into a state of intense arousal.

Slap, slap, slap—

The loud, wet sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the office again and again, swallowed by the thunder and rain outside.

She didn’t even know how it happened—she had given in to him so easily.

Watching his shaft move in and out of her, she was pushed into climax after climax, letting out soft, sweet, clinging moans.

He caressed her face and leaned in to kiss her, sealing both her mouths tightly.

Yet neither of them noticed that outside the rain-lashed window, a small drone was recording the erotic scene inside.