What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 125

After a night of lingering intimacy with Liu Xiuzhe, Xue Zhixiao’s body had become hypersensitive, so when Wei Wei traced his knowing fingers and lips over her most responsive spots, the pleasure crashed over her like a breaking wave. She tipped into climax almost instantly, her release drenching his hand in warm nectar.

He drew back, letting the scent of her arousal linger thickly in the air between them. “Baby, has my technique improved?” Wei Wei teased, holding his glistening fingers up with a grin. “Look how much you gave me.” His eyes sparkled as he drank in the sight of her—flushed, breathless, and deliciously disheveled.

Xue Zhixiao shot him a warning glare. “We have guests downstairs, and you’re this reckless? Go find me clothes. I’ll clean up in the bathroom. Hurry.”

“Yes, my lady,” he chimed, but the moment the bathroom door clicked shut, his smile faded. Why had he tested his suspicions? Confirming them only carved the truth deeper into his chest, a wound with no remedy.

By the time she emerged, dressed and composed, Wei Wei had schooled his expression back to its usual playfulness. They descended the stairs bickering lightly, but the scene below froze him mid-step. Xue Zhixiao settled beside Pu Feide on the sofa, their conversation effortless, while Wei Wei forced himself toward the kitchen to prepare tea.

Liu Xiuzhe observed it all—the lingering flush on her skin, the brightness of her lips, the way her attention now belonged to another man. The bitterness coiled in his throat, but he swallowed it down. A strategist like him couldn’t afford self-pity. If this was the game, he’d secure his place in her heart, no matter the cost. A glance at Pu Feide told him they might even reach an understanding.

Meanwhile, Wei Wei’s hands trembled as he poured the tea, a cold dread slithering down his spine. Those two were circling his Zhixiao like wolves. He had to act.

“Tea’s ready!” he announced, setting the tray down with forced cheer. “Sorry for the wait—my Zhixiao forgot where she stored the leaves.” Plopping beside her, he handed her a cup. “Made it just how you like, baby. Not too hot.”

She took a sip and smiled. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Master Wei.” Then, turning to Pu Feide, she added, “Since we leave tomorrow morning, why not stay here tonight?”

The air crackled with tension. Wei Wei’s stomach dropped. Liu Xiuzhe’s mind raced with calculations. Pu Feide, however, merely arched a brow, his voice laced with amusement. “Such a generous offer from a lovely host. But for propriety’s sake, I’ll decline. My driver will be at your door at dawn.” His gaze flicked to the other men. “Shall we move this to dinner?”

“Starving,” Wei Wei declared, too quickly.

“A shared meal would be welcome,” Liu Xiuzhe agreed, smooth as ever.

At the restaurant, the unspoken rivalry hummed beneath polite conversation. Xue Zhixiao savored every bite, her eyes alight with secret delight as the three men orbited her, each playing his part in the dance she orchestrated.