Chapter 228: Night Talks
Too pathetic!
As the male lead of the Royal Text, he’s all looks and no substance!
I thought he was strong! Every battle in the book starts from half an hour, but Wen Yang can’t even last one round.
Indeed, the Royal Text is just a Royal Text; reality isn’t that absurd, it’s merely exaggerated descriptions in the book.
Like entering the womb or something—like that would ever happen in reality! Someone would probably die!
And a bulge that shows shapes? Come on, that’s impossible!
Ning Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief; at least she didn’t have to worry about it breaking.
Though, just swallowing it down might come with risks… Would it bleed and hurt to death?
Her hands filled with the sweet aroma that a succubus would love, she glanced down, feeling a little nauseous, and directly pulled open the door to step into the bathroom, turning on the faucet to wash.
Once a man, she felt quite repulsed by other men’s offspring, but that sweet scent diluted her aversion.
I still remember I’m a man…
Ning Chu stole a glance at Wen Yang, who stood there awkwardly, stuttering and unsure of what to say.
That little moment of sorrow vanished instantly; she gleefully mocked him: “Pathetic~”
“Get out! I need to use the toilet!”
“……”
Wen Yang fled in a panic.
What’s going on! He barely felt anything before, but the moment Ning Chu got involved, it was over.
He lay on the bed, regretting his weakness immensely.
Definitely just too nervous!
Ning Chu’s innocent and pure face was full of shyness, yet she took the initiative to offer him indescribable help, trembling and reaching out to him… how could any man resist that?!
No wonder she’s a succubus.
Never realized Ning Chu was so sultry before.
Not that he hadn’t noticed, it’s just that they weren’t as familiar back then; Ning Chu used to read the Royal Text in the dormitory late at night, cutting open the same yellowed pages.
It was just that he couldn’t let loose back then.
Before long, a petite figure crawled into his blanket.
Originally they were still a foot apart, but in no time, that figure inched closer, her back pressed against his arm.
Wen Yang, of course, understood this hint; he turned to his side, placing his arm around Ning Chu’s neck, embracing her waist.
“Why are you pressing against me again? Didn’t you just come out?!”
Ning Chu was embarrassed and angry.
“……”
Wen Yang felt helpless and innocent; he realized he couldn’t sleep at all.
After the first time, he couldn’t hold back any longer. After pondering for a moment, he quietly asked: “How about… helping me again?”
“I said only once!”
“Last time! Really!”
“Puh! Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?”
Always asking for more! Not even satisfied after getting a taste!
Just bullying the honest guy!
Ning Chu huffed, too lazy to bother with Wen Yang; what if she ignited the flame in her belly as well? Then she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
“Well… then you don’t need to move, just get a bit closer?”
“Don’t push your luck!”
Does the man think she doesn’t know what he wants?!
“……”
From that tone, it seemed Ning Chu was really angry; Wen Yang had no choice but to turn over, lying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Nope, feeling worse.
He had just tasted a bit, like Zhu Bajie eating a ginseng fruit—nothing much to feel and it’s already over.
It’s too much to bear! Ning Chu was so proactive this time.
“Wen Yang, does your uncle or relatives have sons?”
“What’s it to you?”
Ning Chu turned over to face Wen Yang, propping her head on her hand, staring directly at her male lead.
“My family doesn’t have much money; my brother can only rely on himself to earn money if he wants to get married.”
“If your uncles don’t have sons, wouldn’t they consider you like a son, then…”
She knew this idea was quite lazy and not very ethical, but ever since moving into the rental apartment, she had increasingly wanted a place that belonged to her and Wen Yang.
Wen Yang thought for a moment: “My uncle doesn’t have a son, just a daughter.”
“But don’t get your hopes up; although my uncle and I get along well, it’s not enough for them to treat me like a son.”
“Okay~”
Good thing Wen Yang is the male lead; under the halo of the protagonist, buying a house shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
Ning Chu just didn’t want to keep sucking on her brother’s blood.
After pausing for a moment, she decided to pick up her old line of work: “Wen Yang, I want to type a novel every day from now on!”
“Huh? Write a novel?”
“I’ve been writing since the third year of middle school~ I’m super impressive!”
Even though she only signed a contract in her freshman year of university, by her senior year while interning and renting, her work was still only read by a few hundred followers, earning her just over a thousand a month as a small-time author.
That included five hundred for full attendance.
She had practically given up on this hobby, planning to get a steady job, but unexpectedly transmigrated into her side project, the Royal Text.
“If you’re interested, then just write it? There’s not really much cost.”
“Yeah, yeah! What if I write a bestseller, sell the rights, and make a cool fifteen million? I won’t have to worry about food in my next life!”
That’s what she said, but after struggling in the web literature scene for so long, that dream had faded away.
Ning Chu knew she didn’t have that talent, nor could she sustain herself on writing novels.
But it wouldn’t hurt to supplement her living expenses—just play fewer hours of games each day.
“Then you’ll support me, and I’ll serve tea and do housework for the great author?”
“You said it! By then, we’ll buy a big house! A spacious flat! Doing housework would tire you out!”
Ning Chu grinned and nestled closer, resting her head on Wen Yang’s chest.
Wen Yang’s bare skin felt hotter, making her cheeks flush redder.
The rich male scent mixed with a hint of sweetness wafted into her nostrils; she could clearly hear Wen Yang’s steady and rhythmic heartbeat.
Wen Yang wrapped his arm around her slim waist, gently holding her.
“Let’s buy a spacious flat, create a little e-sports room, and raise a couple of cats…”
“I don’t like cats.”
“……”
Ning Chu was stumped, angrily pinching Wen Yang’s waist, causing him to tremble.
Damn! Straight man!
“Let’s sleep.”
She rolled her eyes at Wen Yang in the dark, twisting her waist, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep.
But Wen Yang’s devilish whisper rang in her ear: “Help me one more time with your hand?”
His hot breath brushed against her earlobe, making her instantly melt.
“……”
“Last time.”
“Liar!”
Ning Chu turned her head, dodging the warm air that Wen Yang exhaled while speaking.
“When have I ever lied to you?”
Though she clearly understood that when a man said such things, he was already lying.
But still, she held a glimmer of hope: “Really?”
“Yeah, last time.”
Unable to resist the coaxing in the dark, the embarrassment wasn’t that strong; she silently reached down.
After all, it ended in one round last time.
After all, it would end in two rounds this time.
After all…
“My hand is so sore!”
“Almost there, almost there!”
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