What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 124

Xue Zhixiao’s laughter faded as she turned toward the voice, though a knowing smile still played on her lips. At last, they had all gathered together.

A heavy silence settled among the four of them. The unspoken tension that had simmered between Pu Feide and Liu Xiuzhe now expanded to include the third man, creating an invisible line where Pu Feide and Liu Xiuzhe stood on one side while Wei Wei faced them from a distance.

Wei Wei had been deeply affected by Xue Zhixiao’s words on the plane. He had asked for time alone to process his thoughts, vanishing from her life until this moment. Truthfully, after living together for so long, Xue Zhixiao had missed him. She had grown accustomed to his playful teasing, the way he flirted just to make her smile. She had come to rely on falling asleep in his warm embrace after nights of passion. That morning, half-asleep, she had even mistaken Liu Xiuzhe for him.

Pu Feide was the first to break the strange stillness. He took Xue Zhixiao’s hand—she was clearly enjoying the charged atmosphere—and gently guided her toward the house, leaning close to murmur in her ear, “Naughty girl, go put on something more proper first.”

“Hehe, okay,” she replied with a playful stick of her tongue before turning back to call out to the two men still standing outside. “Come in and make yourselves comfortable.”

“I’ll go up with you, Zhixiao,” Wei Wei finally spoke, stepping forward to take her hand. With confident strides, he led her upstairs to her room, acting every bit the man of the house while leaving the other two behind as uninvited guests.

The moment the door closed, Xue Zhixiao found herself pressed against it. Her vision darkened as a familiar warmth claimed her lips, Wei Wei’s scent enveloping her completely.

“Zhixiao, I missed you…”

His voice was rough with longing as one hand settled firmly on her slim waist while the other tilted her chin up. His mouth captured hers in a searing kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips to dance with hers in a rhythm they both knew well.

Xue Zhixiao wrapped her arms around his waist, surrendering to the kiss with equal fervor. The time apart had left Wei Wei starved for her, and her eager response only fueled his desperation. What began as a tender reunion quickly deepened into something far more urgent. His hands began to roam, tracing the curves of her body with possessive familiarity.

“No… Oh—” Her breath hitched as his hands slipped beneath her shirt, palms molding to her soft mounds with practiced ease. Her sensitive skin trembled under his touch, and though she tried to push him away, her weakening legs betrayed her.

Wei Wei’s fingers slid effortlessly into the loose waistband of her sweatpants, seeking and finding the bare, swollen bud hidden there. A light press of his fingertips sent a jolt through her, and she gasped.

“Oh… Stop… Wei Wei…”

But her body was already responding, her slick heat pulsing as his fingers teased her most sensitive spots. His mouth swallowed her soft moans, and soon, her resistance melted away. The evidence of her arousal coated his fingers as they glided effortlessly against her.

A single finger dipped inside, and Xue Zhixiao arched against him with a strained cry. Sometimes she despised how easily her body yielded—how a few skilled touches left her dripping and pliant, ready to take whatever a man wished to give.

Wei Wei held her steady, his face buried in the valley between her mounds as he nipped at the taut peaks through the damp fabric of her shirt. Without the support of the door at her back and his hand between her thighs, she would have crumpled to the floor.