What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 47

Resting his forehead against hers, Feng Jiye breathed heavily with his eyes locked on Xue Zhixiao alone. The depth of emotion in his gaze could make any woman swoon.

Too bad it had no effect on this particular woman.

“I don’t care.”

Young Master Feng gave a bitter laugh internally. If any other woman had said those words to him, he would have laughed too—a dismissive chuckle. But coming from her, he knew she truly meant it. So he laughed—a pained laugh.

Lowering his head, he traced her lips with his tongue again. “I know you don’t care. As long as I do.” His voice was husky and tender.

Xue Zhixiao pinched his cheeks. He didn’t let her go, allowing her to tug at his face while he chuckled deeply. With his forehead still pressed to hers, he captured her lips once more in a slow, lingering kiss.

Under the vast sky, the two lovers tangled together as if they could stay like this until the end of the world.

Pouting, Xue Zhixiao leaned back in her seat with childish annoyance.

Feng Jiye glanced at her repeatedly, feeling helpless.

This little vixen was still sulking over how he had kissed her breathless earlier. Remembering that kiss stirred his rod again, but forcing himself on her now would ruin his chances later. For the sake of future pleasure—both carnal and emotional—he’d better behave. Once he coaxed her into submission, he could do whatever he wanted, right?

Humming, he smoothly shifted gears and stepped on the gas. The off-road vehicle kicked up a cloud of yellow dust as it roared away.

Leaning against the car window with her chin propped on her hands, Xue Zhixiao watched the monotonous scenery flash by in the rearview mirror. A contented smile never left her lips.

These were the most comfortable days she’d had since transmigrating into this adult apocalypse novel. Someone fed her, sheltered her (don’t get the wrong idea), and even played chauffeur while she enjoyed the landscape—no zombie battles, no forced intimacy, just pure relaxation. Xue Zhixiao was easily satisfied. With someone taking care of everything, she didn’t even need to make requests. Why not indulge? All it cost was an occasional bright smile for the man.

Meanwhile, Feng Jiye—who was driving beside her—narrowed his peach-blossom eyes with a smirk.

It seemed the military had tracked them here. Not bad, my belongings.

He stole another glance at Xue Zhixiao by the window and felt that familiar helplessness. These days, he didn’t dare touch her recklessly, afraid she might freeze him out completely. He’d even racked his brain to tell jokes just to make her smile.

The charm that once made him irresistible to women now seemed useless against this iron wall.

He’d become a full-time babysitter orbiting around Xue Zhixiao, yet she still couldn’t care less.

Poetic justice, isn’t it?

So many girls had shattered their hearts for him, and he’d simply walked away.

Now, the first time he genuinely wanted someone, she hit him with an “I don’t care.”

Fine, she didn’t care. At least he could stay by her side as her babysitter.

A babysitter he would be.

Feng Jiye sighed inwardly. Who made me break the rules first by falling for her?

Besides, this babysitting gig might not last forever.

Ah, Xue Zhixiao, look what you’ve done to the heartthrob every woman adores! You’ve turned him into an anxious mess, nearly groveling at your feet! Better watch your back from now on, you hear?