What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 48
General Yan Yi was directing survivor rescues and zombie exterminations in a designated zone when his walkie-talkie crackled to life mid-report.
Raising a hand to pause his subordinate, Yan Qiao waited until the room cleared before responding.
“Report to command. Target coordinates confirmed at longitude…”
Switching off the device, Yan Qiao’s lips curved slightly. “What a cunning little fox.”
Xue Zhixiao sighed too. If not for encountering that old fox Yan Qiao, her self-guided tour of this military training base could’ve lasted several more days.
Yet the person she’d been waiting for had finally arrived.
Feng Jiye had accounted for everything—except Yan Qiao’s special ability.
To be fair, in this world only two people knew about Yan Qiao’s psychic powers: Yan Qiao himself and Xue Zhixiao. His abilities were formidable enough to…
Well, even she didn’t know their full extent. The adult novel never specified. But Yan Qiao was infallible when it came to locating people or objects.
Through the rearview mirror, Feng Jiye watched the approaching military helicopters with a grim expression.
There would be no escape this time.
He hadn’t underestimated Yan Qiao’s capabilities nor been overconfident. Throughout their journey, he’d sabotaged base station signals and emitted false trails to misdirect pursuit.
Yet Yan Qiao had pinpointed their location with terrifying speed.
After shaking off yesterday’s drones, Feng Jiye immediately recalibrated the signal jammers and diverted their route. But the military—especially Yan Qiao’s unit—wasn’t easily fooled.
“Sweetheart, your ride’s here. Happy?”
Xue Zhixiao was indeed pleased.
“Ecstatic.” She kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep.
This ungrateful little—
Feng Jiye felt equal parts exasperation and amusement. He’d expected her sharp tongue, yet any response beat stony silence. Still, her words hollowed him out—an ache of reluctance multiplied.
Ahem. Perhaps Feng Jiye forgot he’d kidnapped this girl and had his way with her. Did he really expect warmth? That she tolerated him at all spoke volumes.
Truthfully, Feng Jiye had considered fleeing elsewhere. But in this zombie-infested apocalypse, even with his spatial abilities, evading both military forces and the undead while protecting Xue Zhixiao was impossible.
This sprawling military base was ideal—sparsely populated, zombie-free, and terrain he knew intimately. Initially, he’d only wanted a temporary companion for some… recreation.
Instead of revelry, he’d lost his heart. Not the best bargain.
Still, he’d maximized his time with Xiaoxiao.
With a roguish smile, Feng Jiye reminded himself—he wasn’t one to surrender. There would be other chances.
Spinning the steering wheel sharply, he slammed the brakes. The SUV executed a perfect drift, kicking up a dust cloud as it halted.