He was so eager to know the name of the novel she wrote, but he still didn't want to ask Xia Shanghou.

He didn't want anyone to see that he had feelings for her.

He knew in his heart that his affection for her was an immoral covetousness, but it was okay for him to play a one-man show alone.

He lay back on the bed and continued to roll from side to side.

But after all, he couldn't resist the strong longing and curiosity in his heart, and he began to recognize the facts, he had to see the novels she wrote tonight, he wanted to know more about her, about her life, about the novels she wrote, he wanted to know.

After thinking about it again, he sent a message to Xia Shanghou: "I want to read novels, don't you usually read a lot of online novels?" Recommend me a few. ”

Xia Shanghou didn't know what he was doing, he didn't reply for a long time, he waited very anxiously, thinking that if Xia Shanghou didn't reply in another five minutes, he wouldn't invite him to any entertainment venues for another month.

After a long three minutes, Xia Shanghou finally replied: "There are too many good-looking novels, I'll recommend a few to you casually, the first sequence, the catastrophe of all races, the demon Lin, I have an adventure house, a late-night book house, the master of mystery, Lin Yuanxing, Cangyuan Tu ......"

Xia Shanghou's reply, he didn't want to read a word, this was not something he wanted to know at all.

He counted the time on his mobile phone tormentedly, and finally waited until the long three minutes had passed before he sent another message to Xia Shanghou: "When I saw these online novels, I suddenly remembered that you said that Zhao Yan's girlfriend also wrote novels, what novel did she write?" ”

He didn't write her name directly, as if that wouldn't make it seem like he cared about her.

This time, Xia Shanghou learned to be obedient, and replied in less than a minute: "I vaguely remember what kind of light her pen name is, right?" As for the novel she wrote, it seems to be called Rosemary Murder? ”

Seeing the reply, he directly exited WeChat and began to search for "One Inch of Light" and "Rosemary Hunting", however, the information given by Xia Shanghou was fundamentally wrong, and he searched out a bunch of irrelevant things.

He was suddenly very angry with Xia Shanghou.

Just as he was thinking about how to ask Xia Shanghou again without a trace, Xia Shanghou had already sent another message: "Ah, I just asked Xiao Jiang, it turned out that I made a mistake, her pen name is Unseen Cunmang, and the novel she is serializing is called Rosemary Chasing the Murderer." ”

He was nervous all of a sudden.

He thought to himself, what did Xia Shanghou ask her? Could it be that he took the initiative to ask?

He couldn't help but ask Xia Shanghou: "Why did you ask her?" ”

Xia Shanghou made a question mark expression touching his head, and replied: "How else can I ask, just ask her what her pen name and novel name are." It's not a shady secret. ”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Her pen name is not a dark secret, but his concern for her is a secret that cannot be seen in the dark.

He began to search for her novels.

After graduating from college, he never read a book seriously, but he read the novels she wrote very seriously, and he didn't let go of every word.

The novels she writes are actually the same as herself, the style of writing is light, but there is a different kind of tenderness between the lines.

He gradually became fascinated.

He thought, she writes very well, why is it not popular?

Seeing someone rewarding her novel, he didn't think much about it, and directly charged 10,000 yuan, wanting to reward her all, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was too conspicuous.

He had to be careful.