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Writing has always been a dream for Qian Yao Tiao.
But why did she have to run into Wei Junzi, the "manuscript-pushing demon," at such a critical moment?
In fact, Qian Yao Tiao found that Wei Junzi had a soft side. Although he often claimed he wouldn’t indulge her laziness anymore, every time she complained about her shoulders hurting, he would relent and agree to help her type.
Of course, when faced with certain special scenes, she would still choose to write them herself instead of dictating.
Time slipped by like stepping on a banana peel, and it had already been half a month since Wei Junzi moved in.
"Where are you going?" Wei Junzi asked without taking his eyes off the computer, catching a glimpse of Qian Yao Tiao preening in front of the mirror and carefully picking out her outfit.
Qian Yao Tiao rolled her eyes and replied irritably, "Of course I'm going shopping! I haven't been out in ages, all because of you and Wu Qi!"
"The manuscript isn’t finished yet, right?" He started his usual gentle nagging again. "Eighty pages a day..."
"Don't worry! I'm almost done. I’ll finish it tonight when I get back. I originally planned to complete it within half a month, and considering the deposit, let’s just say I hired a typist! I’ll bring you something to eat tonight."
Wei Junzi had indeed helped her type quite a bit, and suddenly Qian Yao Tiao felt quite clever about this arrangement.
However, by the afternoon on the pedestrian street, boredom set in. She felt empty inside, as if not writing something would leave her restless.
Had she really gotten used to being pushed by Wei Junzi? She wasn’t a masochist!
After reluctantly wandering for another fifteen minutes, Qian Yao Tiao finally slinked into a taxi, deciding to head back home.
Meanwhile, Wei Junzi felt an uneasy emptiness in his mouth. Without Qian Yao Tiao’s bargaining, her stubborn protests against deadlines, life seemed to lose a bit of its fun.
In the past, when urging other authors for their submissions, he had never encountered such a situation… To him, those authors had been like strangers passing by without any connection.
After pacing around the room in frustration for a while, Wei Junzi realized he was sweating. He thought it would be better to take a shower now rather than fight with the freshly returned Qian Yao Tiao for the bathroom later.
So when Qian Yao Tiao came back, she found Wei Junzi’s laptop neatly resting on the table, but its owner was nowhere to be seen.
“Wei Junzi, turns out he’s not really a shut-in after all.” Perhaps he had gone to find another author to chase for their work? Sighing at the thought of Wei Junzi seeking someone else, Qian Yao Tiao felt a twinge of annoyance.
“Forget it, I’ll take a shower first. It seems I also forgot to bring him something to eat; I’ll just order takeout.” Qian Yao Tiao muttered to herself, adjusting her mood as she walked a few steps to the bathroom and opened the door without hesitation.
“Ah— you…” She was taken aback to see Wei Junzi just finishing his shower and getting ready to put on his clothes.
But the tight skin and well-defined muscles were not the main focus; what struck her was the foggy scene with droplets of water—she suddenly remembered this was a classic scene from her own novel!
Wei Junzi quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around himself and didn’t scold her: “Qian Yao Tiao, are you planning to just stand there watching me get dressed, or will you step outside?”
“Hehe, take your time…” Qian Yao Tiao snapped back to reality from her shock, hurriedly covering her eyes and forcing a smile. As she exited, she closed the door firmly behind her to show that she had no intention of peeking.
“Write more realistically; go experience it firsthand,” Wei Junzi’s earlier words suddenly echoed in her ears.
Where in life is there no karmic bond?
Could her karmic bond, Qian Yao Tiao, possibly develop into a romantic relationship? At this thought, Qian Yao Tiao's face flushed bright red, reaching all the way to her ears.
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