At twenty-three o'clock, there was a strange crackling sound in Su Jia's room. In the darkness of the living room, Pu Yang opened his eyes suddenly.

He looked around the living room warily, making sure that the doors and windows were intact and that there was no sign of an outsider. I pricked up my ears and listened for a while, but the voice did not weaken at all. So he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the bedroom door.

The crackling sound stopped. Then there was the rustling of fabrics, brisk strides on the floor, the sound of door locks opening.

"What's wrong?" Su Jia was in good spirits, and she didn't fall asleep yet.

Pu Yang glanced into the bedroom, but did not see any outsiders. But the screen of her bedside laptop was still on. "I hear a strange noise in your room."

"Ah, it's the voice of the notebook." Su Jia walked over and put on his slippers, and tapped the keyboard of his notebook twice, and sure enough, there was a sound of fit. "I didn't know you could hear this, I'm sorry."

The teenager didn't quite know what Su Jia was doing, and according to herself, she was working. So he said solemnly: "Hai Zheng fell asleep before, and if he didn't sleep when he was young, it would hurt his internal organs." ”

...... "But I'm a night owl!"

The boy's expression was originally very serious, but his pajamas were printed with a silly and silly SpongeBob SquarePants, and his persuasiveness was inexplicably reduced a lot.

"Okay, I'll sleep." She tiptoed through the boy's hair, and quickly closed the door in the other's sinking face.

Pu Yang returned to his bed, and after a little pranayama, he quickly fell asleep.

Su Jia leaned on the pillow and stared at the screen. The document on the laptop is "Qiluo Shattered".

These days, she is busy with work and Puyang's affairs, she has not written a word, and she relies on the support of manuscripts. On the other side of the website, kind-hearted readers who don't know her final plans are still looking forward to the happiness of Puyang and Su Qi; There are also a small number of readers who begin to imagine the life of Li Yu and Su Qi together.

Tonight, she wrote a three-thousand-word draft according to the outline, and at this moment, looking back and looking at it with an objective eye, she had to admit that she was too ruthless to Puyang. Especially, when this child became a living person in front of her, she could no longer write the ending of Puyang's lonely old age.

Fortunately, due to the unstable update, the book was not signed and put on the shelves. After a long silence, Su Jia deleted the newly written content and wrote a letter of apology, announcing that this article would not be updated.

It's not a good habit to have a bad ending, and for a young author like her, it's a major blow to her credibility. But she's not sure if she'll be able to continue writing, and if each character has a life of its own, she asks herself if she has the desire to manipulate the lives of others.

Issuing an announcement, Su Jia decided to sleep. However......

People who are used to the life of night owls really can't sleep!

Tossing and turning, Su Jia discovered something even worse. She was injured, and after typing the keyboard in an incorrect sitting posture for a long time, as Puyang said, her internal organs were in dull pain.

After a short time, the pain became more and more intense, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Su Jia felt that she couldn't drag it out any longer, so she reluctantly got up and opened the door, and shouted, "Puyang." ”

The boy noticed that she was wrong, and stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and a very thin internal force entered her body along the veins. It was like an ant crawling quickly along the tendons, and Su Jia knew the direction of his meridians for the first time. It was numb and itchy, she couldn't help but tilt her head and pillowed on Puyang's shoulder.

From this angle, SpongeBob SquarePants' silly smiling face can be seen. Su Jia's thoughts diverged and gave a thumbs up for her aesthetics.