What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 37

Feng Jiye’s hands slid to the edges of Xue Zhixiao’s robe, smoothly parting the fabric to reveal perfect, milky mounds and rounded shoulders. The silken garment slipped down her snow-white skin, pooling behind her shapely rear.

He would always remember this moment—this woman in the apocalypse. Under the deep blue sky, she sat bare and composed on the roof of his vehicle, her calm, liquid eyes fixed on him. So clear he could see his own reflection in them.

Even Da Vinci himself couldn’t have captured the depth of those eyes.

They were a paradox—seemingly full of emotion yet detached, drawing people in with the illusion of intimacy. Even when you knew she felt nothing for you, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were special to her.

Feng Jiye stared longer than Yan Yi ever had, losing himself for two full seconds before snapping back to reality.

Now he understood Yan Yi’s obsession. It wasn’t just her body, her beauty, or the way she fit around a man.

A roguish grin curled his lips. He didn’t mind competing with Yan Yi.

Besides, this woman was beautiful, clever, and—most importantly—utterly unshaken. He’d met countless people who preached detachment while eyeing his status. But true indifference? She was the only one who had it.

And that only made men like him burn to conquer her.

“You knew it was me yesterday?”

Mimicking her matter-of-fact tone, he brushed stray strands of hair from her chest, tucking them behind her shoulders.

Xue Zhixiao lowered her lashes, refusing to answer.

If she said yes, he’d suggest reliving the moment. If she said no, he’d reply, “Don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough.” Either way, her response didn’t matter to him.

Amused, her lips curved. The protagonist’s halo really is blinding.

A warm breath brushed her ear before soft lips captured hers, sending a shiver down her spine.

Feng Jiye caught her half-smile, sealing his mouth over hers. His tongue slipped inside, tasting honey and spice.

He hated to admit it, but the second she smiled, he lost control—acting on instinct like a lovestruck boy kissing his first crush.

And once he savored her sweetness, he was drunk all over again.

His hands gripped her bare shoulders as the kiss deepened, exploring every corner of her mouth, memorizing her taste.

When they finally parted, she was breathless, dazed. He was rock-hard, and his eyes were burning.

“Xue Zhixiao… Xue Zhixiao…” For the first time, he envied Yan Yi.

Feng Jiye knew it then—his reckless, untamed youth would end with this woman.

A woman who made men crave conquest… or surrender.

Which would he be?