What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 126

The next morning, Xue Zhixiao dressed carefully and stepped out under Wei Wei’s resentful, pitiful gaze. The night before, he had been intimate with her only twice before she stopped him, claiming she needed her beauty sleep. Without a word, she turned away, closed her eyes, and drifted off, ignoring his frustration as he nearly gnawed the bedsheet in helpless irritation.

Wei Wei lingered at the door, watching Xue Zhixiao climb cheerfully into another man’s car. Even after the vehicle disappeared down the street, he remained rooted in place, head bowed and eyes downcast. Fine. It was fine. They had never made promises or vows—their connection had been fleeting, a whim. Yet somewhere along the way, he had fallen for her, and now he was the one left aching.

During the months he avoided her, Wei Wei had tried repeatedly to sever their undefined bond. Each time he steeled himself to end it, a sudden, searing pain would grip his chest, stealing his breath and haunting him through sleepless nights. He had believed himself immune to heartache after past wounds, but this was different. This pain burrowed deep into his bones, a shadow that clung to him, flaring up at the slightest trigger—a familiar street, a passing face—until it consumed him. There was no fighting it; he could only endure as it scorched through his veins.

By day, he locked himself in his office, drowning in design drafts to numb his mind. By night, he sought escape in speed, racing cars until the adrenaline blurred his thoughts. On quieter evenings, he ran through the city’s labyrinth of streets, pushing himself until his legs gave out, until sweat and tears mingled on his skin, until exhaustion dragged him into dreamless sleep. Maybe he was cursed to always be ensnared by women. If so, he might as well let that curse end with Xue Zhixiao, this beautiful, maddening torment.

The decision brought him a strange relief. He drove home to wait for her return, though he knew she wouldn’t come back alone. She had warned him, after all—she carried other men in her heart.

Even braced for it, the reality cut deeper than he expected. When his hands traced the lingering traces of another’s touch on her skin, his throat tightened. When he slid into her warmth, he couldn’t silence the thought that others had been there too. When her moans filled the air, he wondered if they had felt the same possessive thrill. And when she clenched around him in climax, he knew they had surely been just as helpless to resist her.

It wasn’t fair. But what choice did he have? Meeting Xue Zhixiao had been fate, and fate rarely played fair.

Elsewhere, laughter rang across sunlit fields.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll guide you—it’s gentle,” came a reassuring murmur.

Xue Zhixiao bit her lip, fingers tightening on the reins. “I just worry it’ll bolt and throw me off.”

“Not without reason. These horses are well-trained. Trust me—you’ll love the wind in your hair once we gallop.”

Her nervousness melted into delight. “It’s already fun! Why don’t you join me, Feide? We could ride side by side, like heroes in tales—swords drawn, leaving the world behind.”

Pu Feide turned with a grin, taking in her radiant excitement. “Little rebel, always rushing ahead. But I like that phrase… ‘leaving the world behind.’”

Her smile brightened. “With you here, why should I fear anything?”