He accidentally bumped into the witch while flying on his sword.

The little witch used Gian as a pillow, moved to the side of the sofa, and then bit Gian on the back of the neck.

Sure enough, it stopped moving and obediently became a cat meat pillow.

Yun Yi continued to use this pillow to continue his meme battle with Chen Shun.

Night Witch: [Image]

Night's Kin: [Image]

Night Witch: [Images][Images][Images]

Night's Kin: [You always steal my expressions...]

Night Witch: [What I see is mine!]

Actually, she did try to pick up the kitten like a mother cat.

But with Gian's weight, it would be impossible to carry him in the air without strong teeth.

Although the current method seems to be quite effective.

It's just that its mouth is covered in cat hair, which is a bit annoying.

Yun Yao watched in horror. So this was how her sister subdued that big orange cat?

This...isn't that a bit too much?

……

……

winter solstice.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and a thin layer of frost forms in the early morning.

The temperature difference between day and night is significant, and you can still feel the heat at noon.

Yun Yi had originally intended to invite Chen Shun to his home for a winter solstice meal.

Chen Shun reluctantly declined.

He had to go back to Buluoshan with his parents to eat with his grandfather.

Hmm, and Xiaobai is with us too.

Yun Yi said it was a pity.

Although she really wanted to go with him...

……

When she got home, she found that her mother and father had already arrived.

"Xiao Yi, did you forget to bring something home?" Yun Su looked around behind her, but couldn't find the young man who satisfied her.

Yun Yi blushed and stammered:

"Next time... I'll definitely trick him into coming home next time."

"Try your best. If you can't fool them, you can always carry them back in a sack. Think back to when your mom first met your dad..."

Yun Su spoke eloquently, recounting those "glorious deeds" that she had told countless times before.

Yun Yao, Yun Yi, and their father listened attentively from the side.

……

The same scene was happening simultaneously inside the Neverfall Villa.

"Little Shun, did you forget to bring something home?" Chen Lu sat sternly in the main seat, glaring at his grandson.

Chen Shun was speechless, and gave a dry laugh twice:

"Next time... I'll definitely bring her back to meet you next time!"

Chen Jian chuckled, while Liu Qi and Chen Shun's aunt Liu Yin watched the embarrassed Chen Shun with smiles on their faces.

Without saying a word, Liu Qi transferred a lot of zeros to Chen Shun, saying it was a mother's way of helping her son pick up girls.

He also insisted that he bring Yunyi home next year.

Chen Shun could only blush and agree.

……

Despite being in different times and spaces, the two awkwardly shoveled rice into their mouths, listening to their elders' nagging.

……

……

December 24th, tomorrow is Christmas.

Yunyi wasn't particularly fond of Western holidays; he was just using them as an excuse.

Tonight should be Christmas Eve, a day to give Chen Shun a gift.

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===Let's chat about it~

Let's talk about it.

Let me describe the current situation.

I spoke with the editor today and it's been confirmed that this book has no future potential; the daily average subscriptions are steadily declining.

As of now, the average subscription is 1185, the first chapter has 4137 subscriptions, the 24-hour follow-up subscription is 210, the number of chapter subscriptions last month was 400, the highest average subscription seems to be 1300+, and the daily new subscriptions, whether one chapter or two chapters are released, are just over 900, barely breaking four figures.

This means that even if I only publish one chapter per day, I cannot maintain an average daily subscription rate.

Compared to other authors who were released on the same day, whose average daily subscriptions were lower than mine in the early stages and similar in the middle stages, but whose books received editorial recommendations and bestseller recommendations that boosted their average daily subscriptions by six or seven hundred, and whose daily subscriptions reached two or three thousand, this book really has no potential.

Moreover, judging from the number of subscribers, it has been maintaining a subscription of almost two or three hundred people, with almost no new subscribers.

Comparing the ratio of repeat subscribers to the highest subscription rate also reveals just how severe the reader churn is.

Of course, I won't complain about anything; I am the one who caused this situation.

I started writing this book in January, and it's been about five months now. During that time, I went from having a laid-back attitude and updating sporadically to having good data and the ambition to be featured on the Three Rivers list. Then, I failed to win the Three Rivers competition and was listed without any support, resulting in a sharp drop in sales. It's been quite a rollercoaster ride. However, while other books see their data skyrocket after being listed, my book reached its peak as soon as it was released.

In five months, during the new book period, it was recommended by two apps, and after it was released, it received a strong recommendation from the editor-in-chief. The rest of the time it was mostly unremarkable, yet it still managed to get 46979 favorites (although it has been decreasing)?

As a newcomer, I didn't really understand readers' preferences and the market, and I did make a lot of mistakes, but there was nothing I could do; these were lessons I was supposed to learn.

I didn't originally want the two of them to be together so soon, but the data was dropping, and I was so anxious that my hands were shaking when I rewarded myself. So I released the confession scene that I had prepared ahead of schedule.

That's why that part seems so abrupt.

However, the side effects were also obvious. After the initial excitement faded, all that remained was the mundane routine of daily life, and the book never recovered.

The subsequent plot became extremely boring and uninteresting because it failed to develop the entanglement between Shun-ge and the Little Witch, and the story continued to fall flat.

Originally, in my plan, after the end of our senior year of high school, the two of us would go to university and start living together. During our time living together, many interesting and heartwarming stories would unfold, but it seems that it's difficult to write about them now.

Regardless, the book's performance ultimately exceeded my expectations. Now I just hope that by the end of next month, when it concludes, the average daily subscriptions won't drop below four figures, or even just 1000.

Oh right, I expect it to be finished by the end of next month. If, and I mean if, I'm more diligent, I might be able to reach 20 words?

How much of the originally planned content can be written with 20 words (or maybe just over 10)?

I don't know, I don't know either, I'll only know if I write it down.

The ending must be perfect; I don't like tragedies.

Although I myself am a tragedy.

But is that precisely why I hate tragedies so much?

Finally, I would like to thank the more than two hundred readers who have been following my updates (including nearly fifty who have automatically subscribed). If it weren't for your continued subscriptions, I might have given up long ago.

Of course, I am also very grateful to all the readers who have subscribed to this book. I have a total of 166,000 subscribers. Thank you all.

I'd also like to thank the leader [Lost Dreams] for letting me experience the feeling of fear, but I realized... I don't seem to be worthy of being the leader.

There are also big names like Yue Lian, Meng Ru 1998 Lun Hui, and Zhi Jian De Yu Zhou, who have been consistently supportive and occasionally give generous rewards.

And all the generous donations from our patrons have given me the motivation to update more chapters.

(RNM! Refund! You dead eunuch!)

I really want to refund you, but when I look at my wallet and the amount I need to refund, I feel powerless to do so.

(Zoccher: I already added extra chapters! Why do you still want a refund? (Full of self-righteousness.jpg))

Of course, the story won't be abandoned; it just might end earlier than planned.

All the problems that need to be addressed will be filled, leaving no regrets.

Please don't give any more tips. Just keep some money for yourself to eat and drink well.

(Donating money would make Zuoqie feel guilty, so please do not donate.)

That's all.

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===Chapter 224 Please Guide Me for the Rest of My Life

On Christmas Eve, the little witch placed all the magic ore and plants with faint magical power on the table.

She took out the whole bottle of serum her sister had given her, rubbed her face, and forced herself to be fully alert.

"The ratio of the concentrate to the mineral extract, I remember, is 4:3:2..." she murmured to herself.

The magic ore was crushed into powder by gravity magic, while Blue Star Grass and other herbs were ground into juice by her with a small pestle.

After carefully distributing all the ingredients according to the correct proportions, the little witch mixed them together.

bang bang bang...

A faint burst of magical energy erupted from the bottle's mouth.

Once the color turned a somewhat murky azure, the little witch finally relaxed her brow.

That completes half the process. Next, all you need to do is infuse your magic power and the corresponding spell to successfully create a potion.

She carefully chanted the incantation, pouring the purest magic power within her into the unfinished product.