456. What Kind of Mental State Would Write This
At night, Ning Chu had already donned her Totoro loungewear, and with her fingers racing across the keyboard, she typed the last character and hit send.
She then stretched her arms up high, let out a lazy yawn, and began to relax her stiff body that had been sitting for two hours. Rubbing her sore neck, she grumbled, “Is there ever a day with fewer things to do? I’m busier than a one-armed paperhanger!”
Wen Yang, lounging on the sofa, heard her complaints and looked up with a grin. “Finished writing?”
“Well, I’d say today’s work is done.”
Ning Chu rested her chin on one hand and leaned over to open an encrypted document on her computer.
“The girl I met earlier this evening should be a supporting character.”
“She’s pretty cute and quite daring…”
She murmured to herself as she searched through the Little Emperor Wen for that supporting character’s plot.
Curious, Wen Yang walked over and peered at the screen filled with questionable vocabulary, but the next moment, the laptop was abruptly slammed shut with a loud “bang.”
“Stay away from me!”
“It’s not like I’ve never seen it before,” he said, looking at Ning Chu’s face, which was now heating up.
“That’s different!”
Even though Wen Yang had read the entire Little Emperor Wen, Ning Chu still couldn’t bear to have him appreciate her novel alongside her. It was just too weird!
Even if it was an ordinary story with her friends’ characters, she wouldn’t want them to see it, let alone this was the Little Emperor Wen, with “Wen Yang” interacting with different girls throughout!
Furthermore, Wen Yang had just finished playing basketball in the evening and was still radiating that overwhelming male hormone aroma mixed with a hint of sweat. Just catching a whiff made her slightly lightheaded.
She used to despise the smell of sweat, but somehow, Wen Yang’s scent didn’t bother her at all…
“Alright, I’ll keep my distance.”
Once she saw him move a few steps back, Ning Chu reopened her laptop. After a moment of thought, she clicked on “replace” and changed every occurrence of “Wen Yang” to “Male Protagonist.”
Ah, much better! Even if it was a case of burying her head in the sand.
Ning Chu had a rough idea of each short story in Little Emperor Wen, and within minutes, she found today’s triggered plot.
“I found it!”
Wen Yang immediately returned to stand behind her. “What’s it say?”
As he got closer, her cheeks flushed a bright red. Covering half of her face with her hand in embarrassment, she mumbled, “Um… it should be pretty easy to resolve?”
“What’s wrong?”
With a chuckle, Wen Yang watched the little succubus squirming: “Didn’t you write it? Why are you shy now?”
“That girl is, uh, bisexual… and is supposed to have an addiction to X.”
His smile faltered, and recalling the outline of that short story, he asked, puzzled, “What kind of mental state were you in to write something like that?”
“Beats me!”
Ning Chu angrily slammed the screen shut, turned to glare at Wen Yang, and shouted, “Go take a shower! You smell like a gym rat!”
“Isn’t it time to clean up around here?”
“Well, you clean up then! Stop loitering around me!”
Wen Yang’s slightly strange gaze made Ning Chu’s cheeks burn even more, her face as red as a freshly-picked tomato.
When she was a guy, her XP had no boundaries—apart from some really extreme stuff, she had covered all major genres in her Little Emperor Wen.
Come on! What’s wrong with a bisexual Little Emperor Wen? It’s a hot topic online! It’s just that Wen Yang is a country bumpkin who hasn’t seen much of the world!
Ning Chu silently defended herself in her mind.
Yet, that plot could have easily been ignored if it weren’t for Wen Yang’s potential to awkwardly get flirty if he got too carried away. After all, the character was a more passive girl, not some vixen eager to pounce on Wen Yang.
“What’s her name?”
“What? You’re actually interested in her?”
Ning Chu turned to see Wen Yang tidying up the trash on the coffee table.
“Not really, I’m not a bucking stallion who falls for every pretty face.”
If Wen Yang could flirt with her former male self, he’d probably have no reservations about a beautiful bisexual girl either, much like the Male Protagonist.
But Wen Yang was no longer that stallion; he was utterly subdued by the succubus shape.
Leaning back in her chair, Ning Chu wrapped her arms around her left leg perched on the seat. “Her name is Qing Qing, but don’t you dare provoke her! In that plot, the Male Protagonist is the one making moves.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Wen Yang had faced enough beauties to have built up some trust in his instincts.
After all, the moment he said that, Ning Chu could feel her body heating up slightly… It was clear Wen Yang had zero interest in that girl, effortlessly derailing the plot.
Letting out a soft sigh, Ning Chu nervously curled her toes and glanced at her phone; it was just past eight.
Looks like tomorrow’s going to be an early start…
In an instant, a strong sense of desire flickered in her gaze, her eyes glimmering with heat as she breathed lightly, trying to endure her body’s restlessness while urging Wen Yang again.
“Wen Yang! Hurry up and take a shower.”
“In such a rush?”
“If you don’t, what then?!”
Wen Yang looked up at her, seemingly in no hurry, leisurely bagging up the household trash and then picking up a broom to sweep the floor.
His slow pace only intensified Ning Chu’s irritation.
“Faster, faster! Stop cleaning!”
Ning Chu bit her lip tightly, her skin flushed a seductive peachy hue, appearing almost ripe for the picking like a juicy peach.
But Wen Yang wore a puzzled expression and asked, “What do you want?”
“I…”
Ning Chu nearly blurted it out, but her overwhelming shame silenced her throat; she replaced it with a clenched-teeth retort: “Pervert!”
Just once, it’s not like she couldn’t hold out!
Tonight, they would both be sleepless!
Suddenly, she leaped up and “whoosh”—dove into her quilt, wrapping herself tightly, burying her head into it and falling silent.
Her heartbeat felt connected to her lower abdomen, pounding away with anticipation, her body yearning for something fiercely.
But she could never surrender to Wen Yang!
“Just say what you want; being stubborn is only making it worse.”
Wen Yang’s teasing tone drifted from the head of the bed.
“You’re getting more and more outrageous!” Ning Chu whipped off the quilt and leapt onto him, wrapping her arms around Wen Yang’s waist, pulling him down onto the bed. “I’m taking you hostage! No resistance allowed!”
…
“Evil Demon~ Evil Demon~ where on earth did you run off to?”
“She should be bending over some lucky person now, right? But it seems Sister Lily isn’t too interested in the Evil Demon.”
Qian Qian muttered quietly as she walked down the dimly lit, cramped corridor, arriving at her rental apartment door.
Just as she pulled her keys from her pocket, she suddenly heard a faint m*an. Stopping in her tracks, she rubbed her ears in disbelief.
“Does Ning Chu have too much energy or what?”
“The battle seems intense…”
“Wait, suddenly it’s quiet! Something can’t be right!”
Qian Qian couldn’t help but glance at the opposite door, but her face flushed as she quickly scurried inside her own room.
