—In the study of the Fan Mansion, He Yunxiao chattered on and on, imparting writing experience, while Fan Ziruo secretly enjoyed the feeling of her small hand being wrapped in a large one.
While she felt that it was bad, at the same time, she couldn’t let He Yunxiao let go.
There was a fierce struggle raging in her head.
Fan Ziruo, Xiao Ziruo, you are He Yunxiao’s teacher. How can you be so shameless? Having skin-to-skin contact with a disciple?
Xiao Ziruo: What teacher? He Yunxiao teaches you both writing and martial arts. He is a teacher right now.
Fan Ziruo: It doesn’t matter whether he is a teacher or I am a teacher. In any case, one of us is a teacher and the other is a disciple. Since that is the case, it is necessary to keep the manners between a teacher and a disciple.
Xiao Ziruo: What manners should be kept?
Fan Ziruo: Naturally, they are the manners of human decency. A teacher is an honorable person, so one must not take it lightly.
Xiao Ziruo: You are thinking too much. He Yunxiao just got excited and didn’t notice that he pulled my hand. I also just listened to him carefully and forgot about the hand.
Fan Ziruo: You didn’t forget, you did it on purpose.
Xiao Ziruo: Don’t think too much about it. I really forgot.
Fan Ziruo: Now that you remember, let go.
Xiao Ziruo: Remember what?
Fan Ziruo: The hand being held.
Xiao Ziruo: Then just slap away He Yunxiao’s hand and free yourself right this instant.
Fan Ziruo Puffed in anger: Why! He Yunxiao even said he likes romance stories. What’s wrong with me taking a hand, experiencing it in advance and saving some writing experience? What! What! What am I saying?..
……
He Yunxiao looked at Fan Ziruo’s expression of hatred and was startled.
Oh no! I got excited just now, so I touched her hand again! This is a bad habit! She must be resenting me…
[Fan Ziruo’s favorability level is 75]
He Yunxiao hurriedly took a look at the favorability, but fortunately it hadn’t dropped at all.
Although it was good that Fan Ziruo’s favorability level hadn’t dropped, her favorability level had been stuck at 75 several times, what’s the deal?
He Yunxiao also encountered this kind of thing for the first time and was a bit baffled for a while.
Fan Ziruo watched as He Yunxiao let go of his hand, his heart inexplicably empty. Forcing herself to resist the strange urge to grab the big hand back, Fan Ziruo had to bring the topic back to the novel.
“Young Master, will Ziruo able to write romance?”
He Yunxiao was just about to say: You can’t write, you don’t even go out of your home often, how can you write a dating plot, how can you write a romantic text? How can you write, ahem, the best satisfying story ever?
But soon, he turned his thoughts to think. Come to think of it, a lot of quite famous romance writers don’t seem to have ever been in love. On the subject of online writers alone, aren’t they’ll stay at home all the time, just like Fan Ziruo?
Soon, He Yunxiao came to realize.
A real romance can only be written by writers who have never been in love, never held hands with a girl, never talked to a girl!
If you ask why, it’s because third dimensional girls are so much worse than second dimensional girls.
How can a woman in the third dimension compare to an author who relies on fantasy, elaborate human characters, and elaborate illustrations drawn by an artist!
He Yunxiao looked at Fan Ziruo in front of him, looked at this girl, who was so beautiful that she committed a foul, and his heart cried out long live the crossing! The paper-thin wife, the heroine who only appears in novels, was now warm, fleshy, and more real than the real sitting in front of him because he had crossed over.
He Yunxiao looked at Fan Ziruo and smiled, “Of course Ziruo can write romance novels. Not only can you, but you can also write a martial arts-themed romance.”
Fan Ziruo was a bit confused and said, “What is a martial arts romance?”
He Yunxiao said, “If a man and a woman were in love with each other, and their goal was to become a martial arts leader, how would Ziruo write it?”
Fan Ziruo pondered for a moment and said, “I would write that they are husband and wife.”
He Yunxiao nodded, “Right, and then what.”
“And then they turned against each other for the position of martial arts leader.”
He Yunxiao: ????
“Behind his wife’s back, the man secretly practiced the Demonic Dao technique. He even secretly fell in love with the lustful Demon Sect woman.”
He Yunxiao: ?????
“He actually dared to use a sneak attack to defeat his wife in a martial arts tournament!”
He Yunxiao:????
“Luckily, the wife was magnanimous enough to forgive him.”
He Yunxiao breathed a sigh of relief.
But to his surprise, Fan Ziruo said through gritted teeth, “But the wife didn’t expect that the man actually abandoned her in the end and followed the Demon Sect woman!”
Hearing this, He Yunxiao hurriedly wiped a handful of cold sweat from his forehead.
Fan Ziruo continued to gnash her teeth and said, “In the end, the woman practiced her supreme martial arts and pierced the heart of this heartless man with ten thousand swords!”
He Yunxiao shivered with fear. This was already the third time! This was the third time Fan Ziruo had written a plot in which the female lead hacked the main male character to death!
He Yunxiao asked cautiously, “Ziruo, why do you always write the main character to death.”
Fan Ziruo said rightfully, “He had promised someone else that he would be devoted to her, but now he has fallen for another woman, betrayed his trust and abandoned his family, shouldn’t he die?”
He Yunxiao nodded his head repeatedly, “Indeed, indeed.”
Fan Ziruo looked at He Yunxiao who kept agreeing with her and was a little happier, so she said, “If half of the men were like Young Master He, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a state.”
Like me? They are just like two. I ……
He Yunxiao was embarrassed and wanted to dug himself into the ground.
It occurred to him that I’d have to Raid her to get her to like me, but if she thinks like this, wouldn’t that be Chu Xiaoxiao #2 (His Woman)? If I don’t give up on the other heroines, won’t I end up with the fate of being knifed?
He Yunxiao asked tentatively, “Ziruo, there are quite a lot of men in Qi who have three wives and four concubines.”
Fan Ziruo said, “It’s not the same.”
“How is it different?”
“Those who have three wives and four concubines have not said to anyone, that they must think so in heart that it’s unfair.”
He Yunxiao heard and understood that Fan Ziruo was not unable to accept having little sisters. She was like Nanzhu, unable to accept deceit and betrayal.
He Yunxiao was secretly glad that he hadn’t lied to her while mentally admonishing himself: don’t ever make a promise lightheartedly with Ziruo!
He did not dare to go deeper into this aspect of who he was devoted to with Fan Ziruo. He could only ensure that his heart was broad enough to accommodate more possibilities.
He Yunxiao turned the conversation back to the novel.
“Ziruo, there’s nothing wrong with these plots of yours. But this way, it’s not the kind of martial arts-themed romance you want to write. A romance story is mainly about a man and woman falling in love and not having so much fighting and killing.”
“You’ll have to change your plot a bit.”
“The hero and heroine are still husband and wife, but newlyweds. They are going to a martial arts tournament. On the way, they will discuss what they love to eat with each other while dining at the inn. Will ride slowly on just one horse as they ride to catch up. …… would then …… do something they loved to do from time to time.”
Hearing this, Fan Ziruo was a little curious, blinked and asked, “What are the things they love to do?”
He Yunxiao didn’t know how many times today he was in an awkward situation.
It was a miscalculation; knowledge was closed in ancient times, and the young miss who had been locked up in a bedroom probably hadn’t even heard of such things. The procedure was usually that before the wedding, the mother would teach her what to do.
Looking at Fan Ziruo’s pure, pretty, and curious face, he didn’t quite feel like taking a direct drive, but just said vaguely, “It’s the act between a man and a woman.”
Fan Ziruo’s face flushed slightly, pursed her lips, and with a slender, slender finger, pointed to her small mouth.
“Like this?”
Looks like this is the limit of her imagination.
He Yunxiao nodded and said, “Well, also, pretty much.”
“Mm.”
Fan Ziruo agreed and lowered her head in embarrassment.
The study was quiet for a moment, and no one spoke.
—In the study of the Fan Mansion, He Yunxiao chattered on and on, imparting writing experience, while Fan Ziruo secretly enjoyed the feeling of her small hand being wrapped in a large one.
While she felt that it was bad, at the same time, she couldn’t let He Yunxiao let go.
There was a fierce struggle raging in her head.
Fan Ziruo, Xiao Ziruo, you are He Yunxiao’s teacher. How can you be so shameless? Having skin-to-skin contact with a disciple?
Xiao Ziruo: What teacher? He Yunxiao teaches you both writing and martial arts. He is a teacher right now.
Fan Ziruo: It doesn’t matter whether he is a teacher or I am a teacher. In any case, one of us is a teacher and the other is a disciple. Since that is the case, it is necessary to keep the manners between a teacher and a disciple.
Xiao Ziruo: What manners should be kept?
Fan Ziruo: Naturally, they are the manners of human decency. A teacher is an honorable person, so one must not take it lightly.
Xiao Ziruo: You are thinking too much. He Yunxiao just got excited and didn’t notice that he pulled my hand. I also just listened to him carefully and forgot about the hand.
Fan Ziruo: You didn’t forget, you did it on purpose.
Xiao Ziruo: Don’t think too much about it. I really forgot.
Fan Ziruo: Now that you remember, let go.
Xiao Ziruo: Remember what?
Fan Ziruo: The hand being held.
Xiao Ziruo: Then just slap away He Yunxiao’s hand and free yourself right this instant.
Fan Ziruo Puffed in anger: Why! He Yunxiao even said he likes romance stories. What’s wrong with me taking a hand, experiencing it in advance and saving some writing experience? What! What! What am I saying?..
……
He Yunxiao looked at Fan Ziruo’s expression of hatred and was startled.
Oh no! I got excited just now, so I touched her hand again! This is a bad habit! She must be resenting me…
[Fan Ziruo’s favorability level is 75]
He Yunxiao hurriedly took a look at the favorability, but fortunately it hadn’t dropped at all.
Although it was good that Fan Ziruo’s favorability level hadn’t dropped, her favorability level had been stuck at 75 several times, what’s the deal?
He Yunxiao also encountered this kind of thing for the first time and was a bit baffled for a while.
Fan Ziruo watched as He Yunxiao let go of his hand, his heart inexplicably empty. Forcing herself to resist the strange urge to grab the big hand back, Fan Ziruo had to bring the topic back to the novel.
“Young Master, will Ziruo able to write romance?”
He Yunxiao was just about to say: You can’t write, you don’t even go out of your home often, how can you write a dating plot, how can you write a romantic text? How can you write, ahem, the best satisfying story ever?
But soon, he turned his thoughts to think. Come to think of it, a lot of quite famous romance writers don’t seem to have ever been in love. On the subject of online writers alone, aren’t they’ll stay at home all the time, just like Fan Ziruo?
Soon, He Yunxiao came to realize.
A real romance can only be written by writers who have never been in love, never held hands with a girl, never talked to a girl!
If you ask why, it’s because third dimensional girls are so much worse than second dimensional girls.
How can a woman in the third dimension compare to an author who relies on fantasy, elaborate human characters, and elaborate illustrations drawn by an artist!
He Yunxiao looked at Fan Ziruo in front of him, looked at this girl, who was so beautiful that she committed a foul, and his heart cried out long live the crossing! The paper-thin wife, the heroine who only appears in novels, was now warm, fleshy, and more real than the real sitting in front of him because he had crossed over.
He Yunxiao looked at Fan Ziruo and smiled, “Of course Ziruo can write romance novels. Not only can you, but you can also write a martial arts-themed romance.”
Fan Ziruo was a bit confused and said, “What is a martial arts romance?”
He Yunxiao said, “If a man and a woman were in love with each other, and their goal was to become a martial arts leader, how would Ziruo write it?”
Fan Ziruo pondered for a moment and said, “I would write that they are husband and wife.”
He Yunxiao nodded, “Right, and then what.”
“And then they turned against each other for the position of martial arts leader.”
He Yunxiao: ????
“Behind his wife’s back, the man secretly practiced the Demonic Dao technique. He even secretly fell in love with the lustful Demon Sect woman.”
He Yunxiao: ?????
“He actually dared to use a sneak attack to defeat his wife in a martial arts tournament!”
He Yunxiao:????
“Luckily, the wife was magnanimous enough to forgive him.”
He Yunxiao breathed a sigh of relief.
But to his surprise, Fan Ziruo said through gritted teeth, “But the wife didn’t expect that the man actually abandoned her in the end and followed the Demon Sect woman!”
Hearing this, He Yunxiao hurriedly wiped a handful of cold sweat from his forehead.
Fan Ziruo continued to gnash her teeth and said, “In the end, the woman practiced her supreme martial arts and pierced the heart of this heartless man with ten thousand swords!”
He Yunxiao shivered with fear. This was already the third time! This was the third time Fan Ziruo had written a plot in which the female lead hacked the main male character to death!
He Yunxiao asked cautiously, “Ziruo, why do you always write the main character to death.”
Fan Ziruo said rightfully, “He had promised someone else that he would be devoted to her, but now he has fallen for another woman, betrayed his trust and abandoned his family, shouldn’t he die?”
He Yunxiao nodded his head repeatedly, “Indeed, indeed.”
Fan Ziruo looked at He Yunxiao who kept agreeing with her and was a little happier, so she said, “If half of the men were like Young Master He, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a state.”
Like me? They are just like two. I ……
He Yunxiao was embarrassed and wanted to dug himself into the ground.
It occurred to him that I’d have to Raid her to get her to like me, but if she thinks like this, wouldn’t that be Chu Xiaoxiao #2 (His Woman)? If I don’t give up on the other heroines, won’t I end up with the fate of being knifed?
He Yunxiao asked tentatively, “Ziruo, there are quite a lot of men in Qi who have three wives and four concubines.”
Fan Ziruo said, “It’s not the same.”
“How is it different?”
“Those who have three wives and four concubines have not said to anyone, that they must think so in heart that it’s unfair.”
He Yunxiao heard and understood that Fan Ziruo was not unable to accept having little sisters. She was like Nanzhu, unable to accept deceit and betrayal.
He Yunxiao was secretly glad that he hadn’t lied to her while mentally admonishing himself: don’t ever make a promise lightheartedly with Ziruo!
He did not dare to go deeper into this aspect of who he was devoted to with Fan Ziruo. He could only ensure that his heart was broad enough to accommodate more possibilities.
He Yunxiao turned the conversation back to the novel.
“Ziruo, there’s nothing wrong with these plots of yours. But this way, it’s not the kind of martial arts-themed romance you want to write. A romance story is mainly about a man and woman falling in love and not having so much fighting and killing.”
“You’ll have to change your plot a bit.”
“The hero and heroine are still husband and wife, but newlyweds. They are going to a martial arts tournament. On the way, they will discuss what they love to eat with each other while dining at the inn. Will ride slowly on just one horse as they ride to catch up. …… would then …… do something they loved to do from time to time.”
Hearing this, Fan Ziruo was a little curious, blinked and asked, “What are the things they love to do?”
He Yunxiao didn’t know how many times today he was in an awkward situation.
It was a miscalculation; knowledge was closed in ancient times, and the young miss who had been locked up in a bedroom probably hadn’t even heard of such things. The procedure was usually that before the wedding, the mother would teach her what to do.
Looking at Fan Ziruo’s pure, pretty, and curious face, he didn’t quite feel like taking a direct drive, but just said vaguely, “It’s the act between a man and a woman.”
Fan Ziruo’s face flushed slightly, pursed her lips, and with a slender, slender finger, pointed to her small mouth.
“Like this?”
Looks like this is the limit of her imagination.
He Yunxiao nodded and said, “Well, also, pretty much.”
“Mm.”
Fan Ziruo agreed and lowered her head in embarrassment.
The study was quiet for a moment, and no one spoke.
