After taking a shower, Zhuchuan walked out of the bathroom and saw his little girl sitting on his bed, holding his manuscripts and reading them carefully one by one. The windows in the room were closed, the smell of cigarettes had dissipated, the smell of orange peel from the aromatherapy machine filled her nose, and the sunlight poured in and shone on her profile.

My tense mind suddenly relaxed, and sleepiness swept over me. I felt like I could sleep peacefully without worrying about when I would be woken up by a nightmare.

——Just like the frightened bird returning to the forest and landing on a tall tree with lush branches and leaves, with only the sound of the wind blowing in its ears.

"When I found these manuscripts, your precious dog was wiping his mouth with one of them." As if sensing Zhuochuan's gaze, the person sitting on the bed said without raising his head.

Zhuochuan walked to the bedside and stretched his head to look at the manuscript on Chuli's knees. The latter reached out and pushed his wet head away: "Go away, don't put the water droplets on the manuscript. After so many years, these papers are as fragile as thin crackers... Some of the ink has faded."

“…”

In fact, some of these manuscripts were destroyed by Zhuochuan back then.

So the manuscript is not complete, it is sporadic.

But she was watching with great interest, which was very strange.

Curling his lips, Zhuchuan wrapped the towel around his head like a wolf, climbed onto the bed, and rubbed against Chuli's side. The newly changed quilt cover and bed sheet had a faint smell of mothballs. Zhuchuan picked up the top sheet in the pile of manuscripts and asked, "What did you see?"

"When the hero saw the heroine, he turned his head and ran away. The heroine followed him eagerly and asked, 'Why did you run away when you saw me?'" Chu Li shook the manuscript in her hand. "The hero said that he was afraid of scaring you... Oh my god, such a gentle hero is not similar to you at all. With your emotional intelligence, you can write such a thoughtful hero. If you really release this thing, someone will say that you didn't write it."

"...Why wasn't it written by me? I remember writing this chapter during Chinese class. I remember it clearly. We were studying "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital,"" Zhao Chuan said with a click of his tongue. "When the hero turned and ran away, and the heroine stood up and chased after him with her lunch box in hand, there was a small break in the chapter. Did you see it?"

Chu Li glanced at it and said, "I saw it."

Zhuo Chuan said expressionlessly: "At that time, the Chinese teacher, that short-lived ghost, called me to read the text and translate the general meaning of a paragraph."

Chu Li thought about it and actually felt that it was very vivid - so she laughed, as if she was sitting next to Zhu Chuan at that time, the classroom was very quiet, because everyone was looking at Zhu Chuan, so she could openly hold a Chinese book and look at him with her head tilted up, watching him stand up reluctantly and read the text aloud, and then slowly translate the ancient text sentence by sentence...

Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly remembered the messages from his high school classmates that were dug up on Weibo this morning. Many of the girls who were married and had two children were full of admiration when they mentioned him...

"If I had known that my future partner would be the most popular in high school, I would have definitely tried to have the baby a few years earlier."

"Oh," Zhu Chuan glanced at her, "Look at how impetuous you are. You must have been a fool in high school. When I was young, I hated people who made a lot of noise. I must have avoided you like a cockroach."

Upon hearing this, Chu Li raised his eyebrows and raised his fist to hit him.

Zhuchuan raised his hand to grab her wrist, pressed it down and stuffed it into the quilt, but he never let go of his hand: "When I was young, I liked girls like the heroine. She was gentle and weak, considerate, and her words were like the hum of a mosquito. She was gentle and strong at heart..."

Chu Li thought about it——

She always speaks and acts in a panic, like a cat with its fur standing on end or a monkey screaming. When Lao Miao was in office, she always wanted to have a fight with him, and now she always wants to have a fight with Liang Chonglang. Being weak is not her thing, but she is not very gentle and strong at heart...

Crying at the slightest provocation.

The last time she cried seemed to be ten minutes ago. To tell the freshness of it, her nose and eye sockets are still slightly red...

——Very good, not similar to me at all.

Chu Li was biting her back teeth and rubbing them secretly, when she heard Zhu Chuan slowly say, "And big breasts."

Chu Li lowered her head and glanced at her chest, then subconsciously straightened her back, raised her chin and glanced at the man, or kicked him under the quilt: "Then why do you like me?"

"I don't know. Maybe I was fooled by you. I've never been in love before. I only had fleeting relationships with those female classmates..." Zhu Chuan paused and thought that it seemed that this word should not be used like this, so he corrected it, "It was a pure relationship with those female classmates. No one had ever used the routine of cooking for me every day to trick me. One day, the person who cooked for me every day suddenly confessed to me, and I panicked. What if I didn't agree, what would I do if I had no food to eat in the future? So I agreed, right?"

Chu Li: "..."

Chu Li: "You can't praise me."

Chu Chuan: "What are you praising?"

Chu Li was silent for a moment and pointed to his chest - at this moment, it was just like the description in the elementary school Chinese textbook: like a proud little rooster, he puffed out his chest.

Zhuchuan stared at her face for a while, then lowered his gaze——

That gaze seemed to have temperature and electricity, starting from her forehead, pointing to her eyelashes, causing her to lower her eyes; to the tip of her nose, causing her to sniff; to her lips, causing her to purse her lips... It was like a crackling electric current rolling across her cheeks, and when her face turned slightly red and heated up, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, that line of sight slid down to her raised long and strong neck and collarbone with a slight "gulp" sound.

The bedroom was eerily quiet.

The only sound was the gurgling sound of the water in the aromatherapy machine.

Facing the sunlight outside the window, Chu Li could clearly see every change in the face of the man sitting lazily on the bed - as his eyes moved, his long eyelashes were like butterflies fluttering their wings, and his pupils were originally light brown under the light. When the butterfly fluttered its wings and fell, it obscured the appearance of his pupils turning darker...

The atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Chu Li put down the hand that was pointing at his chest and tried to smile awkwardly to show that he was joking.

However, the moment she managed to raise the corners of her lips, she saw Zhaochuan's body leaning forward slightly, and then his beautiful facial features, which looked good no matter if they were apart or together, magnified in front of her eyes...

The soft touch on the lips, along with the scent of shower gel between the man's nostrils... Such a clean and sweet breath combined with the sunlight outside the window is an invincible killer, with the ability to turn a person's spine into a pool of water.

Chu Li groaned, her waist softened and she leaned on the pillow behind her. The manuscript on her knees fell on the bed, and the man's tongue probed into her mouth.

About two months ago.

She was still worrying about whether Zhuchuan liked it or not; why Zhuchuan didn't take the initiative to hold my hand; why Zhuchuan didn't take the initiative to kiss me.

Then it was two months later.

Under the quilt, his ten fingers were tightly intertwined, gently rubbing the soft and moist lips of hers, as if silently proving something...

"I want to praise you, too." The man's voice was slightly hoarse as he slightly distanced himself from her. "Let me see it with my own eyes first."

Chu Li has not yet realized what "seeing is believing" means.

The next second, he was thrown onto the soft bed——

When the quilt was lifted, some of the manuscripts scattered all over the bed were lifted up, floated in the air and then quietly fell on the carpet beside the bed.

Chu Li screamed in surprise and struggled to get up and put away those baby bumps, but she was pushed back by the man when she was halfway up. The man who was originally sitting on the edge of the bed sat on top of her, with his hands on the side of her head and one leg pressing on her knees to tell her not to move...

The hand that was originally pressing on her shoulder to prevent her from moving suddenly moved. He lifted the hem of her clothes and put his hand inside her, sliding up along her waistline...

Chu Li's breath was caught in his throat.

The man's kiss became a little impatient, moving all the way down from her lips and finally stopping just below her collarbone... The tip of his nose was touching a slightly raised piece of soft flesh, which felt slightly cool. If he was closer, he could hear her accelerated heartbeat at this moment.

The thin summer quilt was pulled up, and Chu Li's eyes fell into darkness.

In the even more closed space, the aura emanating from the man made every inch of her skin tense, as if her hair was screaming - she raised her hand and touched the man's cheek nervously. The latter held her hand, lowered his head with a sigh, and kissed her palm.

Then he pressed her hands hard against the side of her head.

In the darkness, Chu Li felt that the clothes that were close to her body were falling off piece by piece.

She couldn't help but shudder wherever the man's rough fingertips touched.

As she stepped back out of fear of what might happen next, she could feel a rough piece of manuscript paper pressing against her back, the edges of the paper stabbing at her back due to the bulge...

pain.

But it seemed as if all the heat in her body was concentrated where he was pressing against her.

She heard him gritting his teeth, his lips pressed against her ears, apologizing to her in a low voice. Her eyes became moist, and at the same time his actions were totally inconsistent with his gentle voice, becoming even more ferocious.

The breath that escaped from her mouth was shattered into pieces by the impact.

The manuscript paper behind her, which she had been worried about being damaged by the bath water on Chu Chuan's body, was now smeared by the sweat on her back...

She was turned over with her arms and legs limp, her face buried deep in the pillow. When someone penetrated her from behind, she thought vaguely: I hope Zhuchuan still remembers what this chapter is about... Ah, although, there are already many omissions, the lack of this chapter doesn't seem to cause a huge disaster.

“Hmm…”

"Focus, you."

Amid the warning from the man behind her, Chu Li was knocked forward heavily, causing veins to pop out on her forehead and hot tears to fall from the corners of her eyes... She felt that her legs were about to be broken.

…

On this day, Chu Li and Zhu Chuan were like conjoined twins with broken legs, lying on the bed glumly and not getting out of bed all day.

None of them knew what had happened to the outside world. After all, they were already too weak to even get out of bed to get a takeaway. Chu Li's phone had been thrown somewhere long ago, and it was only discovered much later that it had shut down automatically after Liang Chonglang beat it from 50% battery to zero...

Of course, Mr. Gu Xuan didn't know either.

When he led the old cadres of the Writers Association, who were considered by the public to be only good at "drinking tea, walking birds and holding meetings", to launch a new trend of "boycotting publishers' behavior and authors paying the bill" and "boycotting online violence and returning a pure land to literary creation" on major media platforms...

His son was busy indulging himself in debauchery during the day, and he wished that the king would not attend court early in the morning from then on.

Writing is not as fun as making love.

No one knew what happened. People only knew that when the Internet was arguing over Zhu Chuan's affairs, some apologized, some mocked him... with a ding-dong sound, Zhu Chuan's Weibo was updated with just four big words:

【No update today.】

…The person who didn't stop updating even when he was being strangled the most, has stopped updating.

Everyone was confused.