What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 120

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Liu Xiuzhe watched Xue Zhixiao stir in his arms. After hours of deliberation, he had settled on cohabitation as the ideal solution—a gradual way to weave himself into every aspect of her life until leaving him became unthinkable. Like simmering water slowly bringing a frog to boil, he would envelop her in his world, binding her through routine, emotion, and dependency.

The moment her lashes fluttered, he seized the opportunity, his voice firm yet laced with uncharacteristic tension. “You promised to be my woman. Move in with me starting today.” Even as the words left his mouth, doubt prickled at him. What if she refused? He hurried to soften the demand, though his expression remained stern. “If you don’t like my place, we can buy one you prefer. Let’s pick somewhere today.”

His pulse hammered as he studied her sleep-softened features—the way her lips parted slightly in a yawn, the curve of her bare shoulder peeking from the sheets, the languid stretch of her limbs that made the thin blanket cling to her silhouette. Desire coiled low in his stomach. If persuasion failed, he’d let his body do the negotiating.

Xue Zhixiao blinked up at him, still groggy. The training from Wei Wei had left her resilient; even a night of relentless passion hadn’t left her sore. “Didn’t you already move my things here?” she murmured, rubbing her eyes. “This house is fine. Moving back and forth is such a hassle. What are you worrying about, Master Wei?”

The nickname sent a jolt through Liu Xiuzhe. He knew its power—how she’d wield it in the past, pressing her soft mounds against Wei Wei’s arm, her voice honeyed to dissolve his sulks. The memory twisted something dark in his chest. His grip tightened on the sheets as he fought to keep his composure, but his eyes betrayed him, flickering between anger and something perilously close to vulnerability.

Before she could react, he pinned her beneath him, his mouth crashing onto hers in a searing kiss. His hardness pressed insistently against her center, the thick tip breaching her unprepared entrance with a sharp thrust. She gasped at the sting, her body instinctively clenching around him as slickness pooled to ease the friction.

“Who is Master Wei?” he growled against her lips, his hips driving deeper. “Your boyfriend? Whoever he was, from now on, your only man is me, Liu Xiuzhe.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “It hurts—”

But he was beyond stopping, his possessiveness a wildfire stoked by jealousy and the need to erase every trace of another man’s claim.