What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 46

Having a mobile storage space was incredibly convenient—everything for daily life was readily available, making impromptu trips completely worry-free.

Turning her head to watch Feng Jiye seasoning the fish soup, Xue Zhixiao mentally added, “Of course, the personality of your travel companion matters too. While having a storage space is great, it’s even better when its owner is thoughtful, meticulous, and skilled in every way.”

Without a doubt, our Young Master Feng was exactly that kind of capable man—otherwise, how could so many women remain obsessed with him?

In Xue Zhixiao’s heart, Feng Jiye’s score rose a little higher, while poor Yan Yi’s dropped further.

Feng Jiye ladled the soup into a bowl, waiting for it to cool slightly before handing it to Xue Zhixiao.

“Here, try it. It might not compare to high-end restaurants, but out here in the wilderness, freshness is the main appeal. Careful, it’s hot.” Still worried, he blew on it gently before passing it to her.

Xue Zhixiao set down her beer and took the bowl, licking her fingers one by one with relish—they were still coated with the flavor of fish.

The sight made Feng Jiye’s throat go dry, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Ever since he’d f*cked her so hard she lost control two days ago, she’d refused to let him touch her. Now, seeing her make such a suggestive gesture right in front of him, his thoughts inevitably strayed.

How he wished his rod could replace the fingers she was sucking on!

Xue Zhixiao tested the soup’s temperature—perfectly warm—and took small, careful sips.

Feng Jiye watched her rosy lips part for each sip and her throat bobbing with each swallow, and found himself unconsciously mirroring the motion. Meanwhile, his lower half stirred restlessly.

“Mmm, delicious! So fresh and sweet!” Smacking her lips, she ran her tongue over them to catch every last drop before reluctantly setting the bowl aside.

Feng Jiye stared unblinkingly at her. Though her eyes never met his, the satisfaction radiating from those large, dewy pupils made him want to kiss her senseless.

And so he did.

“Xiaoxiao, I want a taste too.”

In one swift motion, he pulled her close by the waist and sealed his lips over hers.

Still savoring the soup’s richness, Xue Zhixiao was caught off guard as his heavy breath engulfed her, his tongue pushing past her lips to claim every last trace of flavor.

By the time she processed what was happening, her tongue was already numb from his suction. She shoved at his shoulders with a muffled protest.

But Feng Jiye only tightened his grip, crushing her against him until her soft chest flattened against his. He devoured her lips, pouring two days’ worth of longing and frustration into the kiss.

Frustrated that she couldn’t break free or hurt him, Xue Zhixiao retaliated by smearing her greasy hands all over his face, leaving his handsome features red and shiny.

“You brute! Pervert!” Panting slightly, her body limp from the kiss, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Gazing at her swollen, glistening lips and flushed cheeks, Feng Jiye felt his heart soften.

“What can I do, Xiaoxiao? I want to be worse—just for you.”