It felt like waking up from a beautiful dream, the softness behind his head drawing him deeper.
When he opened his eyes again, the afternoon sunlight had already spilled into the room, casting its rays on the clean and tidy floor.
If there was one thing in the world that felt better than a pillow, it was undoubtedly a young girl's lap.
Wait a minute...
"Huh?!"
Lu Qing jolted upright as if resurrecting from the dead, his eyes wide with shock. "What was I even doing... I was supposed to start outlining my new story as soon as I got back, but why did I feel like I was hypnotized or something?"
"You're awake?"
Behind him, Su Ling's sweet voice was as usual.
He turned sharply, finding her looking perfectly normal.
The panini bag on the table was gone, the floor seemed to have been wiped clean, and the room was spotless, bright and airy.
"How long did I sleep?"
"Three hours," she replied.
"And... you were with me the whole time?"
"Mhm, I was afraid you wouldn't sleep comfortably, so after tidying up the room, I adjusted your sleeping position for you," she said naturally.
"Alright, you did well, but next time, don't do that. I can just rest my head on the sofa armrest."
Lu Qing felt a chill run through him, realizing that Su Ling had somehow become so close to him that they were practically inseparable.
If this continued, whether it was going out together or doing other things, they might end up making gestures that seemed overly intimate under the subtle influence of their relationship.
In fact, even couples might not be as close as they were.
"Oh..."
Su Ling pursed her lips thoughtfully and said, "Got it. Next time, I'll wear socks for you to rest on. It'll be smoother, and I know some people like that."
As she spoke, she rubbed her thighs and then stood up to stretch her slightly sore body.
"Anyway, stop teasing me. I need to get some work done soon, so I might be busy for a while," Lu Qing said, grabbing his tablet.
"Mm-hmm, if you're using the computer, go into the room. I've already cleaned it up."
"Okay."
It was rare to have such a relaxing rest, and he felt invigorated as he walked into the room, ready to plan the next steps for his new book.
Su Ling, of course, wouldn't disturb him. She knew that he relied on his writing to support them, and it would be foolish to interfere with his work.
—Interfering with a man's work was something only a silly woman would do.
...
A moment later.
Lu Qing sat in front of the computer, opening the Writing Assistant for the first time in a while, and scanned the comments on his last completed book.
"Hmm... As soon as the school season starts, the number of people asking for side stories and new books increases. Readers really are insatiable little devils," he muttered, shaking his head.
He switched the screen to a massive mind map titled "New Project."
On the 32-inch screen, dense settings and details filled the entire space.
Just under the "Romance Line" branch, the development was presented in a tree-like structure, intertwined like roots.
Su Ling stood silently behind him, observing the entire time, her beautiful eyes wide open.
Lu Qing, fully immersed in his flow state, naturally didn't notice someone watching from behind.
According to his plan, he had already gone out to gather material today, so he had to finalize the basic settings for the female lead to move the story forward.
However, Bai Xing's secrets might not be limited to what he knew. All he could grasp was her surface image, along with her personality, characteristics, and way of speaking.
As for her innermost thoughts, the work she did in secret, her social circle at school—all of that was still a blind spot, waiting for him to further explore.
Time was of the essence. Since he wasn't sure what her part-time job was, he decided to leave it undetermined for now. He would just focus on describing her image and creating a character profile, which should be safe.
"The female lead's image is paramount. From her hair and eye color, age and build, to her clothing style and habitual gestures, down to the details of her hairstyle, bust size, shoe and sock brands, and even her private quirks..."
"I've only met Bai Xing three times. Trying to describe her vividly from memory is just too difficult..."
Lu Qing frowned, typing a few hundred words on the keyboard, only to delete them all. He muttered to himself, dissatisfied.
After writing and deleting several times in a cycle, he felt that he still hadn't captured the essence of the girl's image.
"The first time I saw Bai Xing, she gave off a strong underground idol vibe, very youthful, rebellious, and cute, with a mix of spoiled brattiness and adorableness. But I've never interacted with a girl like that before, so trying to write her from scratch would be impossible. Unless..."
—Unless he could bring her in front of him and observe her closely.
"If I could describe her body in detail... Woc, what am I thinking? Am I a pervert or something? That's not realistic, no way. I need to approach this from a different angle."
Realizing he was heading down the same path as his old man, he quickly shook his head, dismissing the wrong thoughts.
However, after a few more attempts, he found that trying to depict the female lead's image to his satisfaction wasn't something he could do by pure imagination.
For a top-tier writer like him, techniques like prose, rhythm, composition, and visual storytelling were already mastered. What he was missing now was the "soul."
In Lu Qing's words, it was the "qi" of the article.
Without qi, the story would be like a stagnant pond, unable to convey the intended emotions.
Without qi, the characters' interactions would lose authenticity, failing to close the gap between the reader and the story.
"Ah... sigh."
Lu Qing let go of his hands, leaned back hard into his chair, and gazed at the ceiling—
"It seems the muse still hasn't reached out to me... I feel like something's missing."
"What could it be?"
Suddenly, in his line of sight, a certain girl's beautiful face appeared, looking down at him.
"Huh?!"
"Brother, having trouble?"
Su Ling stood behind his chair, her hands resting on the backrest, her body leaning forward so that her face was level with his, who was looking up.
"Uh... nothing, just thinking about how to make the new book's female lead more vivid," he replied.
Feeling her so close that their breaths were almost mingling, he instinctively tried to avoid her gaze.
"Is that so? What's the female lead like, Brother?"
"Ah... well, she's a girl, very beautiful, very cute, and very clean."
Lu Qing thought aloud, "Hmm... she should also be someone who makes people feel refreshed, with her own hidden side... something..."
As he spoke, his voice suddenly stopped.
Slowly refocusing his gaze on the angelic face in front of him, he suddenly realized that whatever he needed...
No matter how he looked at it, she could fully satisfy it.
At that moment, Su Ling blinked innocently and asked, "So, if I let you observe and pose me however you want, you can create a beautiful female lead, right?"
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d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
