In the middle of summer, the night is late.

Outside the window, the cicadas chirped loudly, and in the dimly lit small room, the sound of keystrokes "crackled" non-stop.

On the computer desk, the lamp glows yellow.

At the table sat a mediocre-looking woman with her hair combed in a ponytail -

Mu Shien, an Internet writer who threw himself into the dust.

It's the fifth book, and it's still a little transparent.

changed the fifth editor and wrote two websites that went out of business, but with extraordinary perseverance, now under the editor of the queen and stepmother, he writes a routine that readers can guess the ending after reading the beginning.

The outline is done, and the opening chapter has just begun.

A white rich and beautiful heroine, who loves the male protagonist to the point of being humble to the mud, and marries the male protagonist with her family background. On the wedding night, I drugged myself and tried in vain to use the male protagonist in beautiful pajamas.

Mu Shien yawned loudly, obviously the third cup of coffee had already been drunk.

Still sleepy.

No way.

If you say anything today, you have to stay up all night to kick out the opening and vote it to the editor. Otherwise, it's almost the weekend, and you'll have to wait a few more days.

Mu Shien made the fourth cup of coffee.

It's stuffy.

It is written that the heroine is wearing a translucent suspender nightdress, sitting on the edge of the bath that has been filled with water, waiting for the beloved man to push open the bathroom door.

[Her long, thick black hair fell into the bathtub and fluttered in the water, just like seaweed. The mist is thick, and her delicate face seems to have its own beauty filter effect, which is even more breathtaking, and it is amazingly beautiful.

With the mist rising, Mu Shien felt that the strength of the medicine had come up.

The body is hot and dry......

Skin as delicate as snow, faintly flushed.

The heartbeat also accelerated. 】

As he wrote this, Mu Shien also felt that he had some difficulty breathing.

She took a deep breath as she continued to write.

[At this time, there was a soft "click", and the door handle of the closed bathroom door was gently pressed down......

A flash of white light spilled through the crack in the door and was suddenly engulfed in the warm mist of the bathroom.

Mu Shien raised his eyes and looked, and the person who came in was the man he had been thinking about for a long time-

Xi Huaiye.

He pinched his slender fingers and unbuttoned his shirt gracefully.

With a height of 1.88 meters and a strong physique with a golden ratio, he stands at the door like a mountain.

Mu Shien got up lightly and tiptoed to meet him.

The man strode past Mu Shien, his face expressionless, and he spit out two cold words indifferently:

"Get out." 】

After writing this paragraph, Mu Shien finally failed to fall up in one breath, his upper body stiffened, and he fell on the computer desk.

And so, one night in the middle of summer......

When Mu Shien was in a hurry......

Died suddenly.

From a complete darkness, his consciousness gradually woke up, Mu Shien opened his eyelids with difficulty, and a warm mist was in front of him......

She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Bursts of heat and dryness are surging, and the gesture is about to break through every inch of skin......

This heat, unusual.

Tell her to want to......

Crazy rolling sheets.

This feeling was too real, Mu Shien looked around and found that it was in the bathroom. She was sitting on the marble floor, with her back to the bath......

The touch on the body is also unusual......

Mu Shien glanced down at himself, and was wearing a springy nightdress......

Nightdresses?

And long black hair that falls loose on the chest?

Wait a minute......

It's not ......

Is it in her novel?!

This woman sitting on the ground should have drugged herself, Mu Shien, who has the same name as her! Mu Shien hurriedly got up, and after some fright, his mind was completely sober.

She remembers that she was in a hurry and drank four cups of coffee in a row.

My heart was so uncomfortable that I wanted to jump out of my chest.

Before falling into the complete darkness, her eyes were still fixed on the word document on the computer screen, and the background was a piece of eye-protecting green that she had specially set up.

Could she be......

Sudden death?!

And then this is ......

The soul penetrates into his own novel!?