Unscientific Love

Who would have thought that this usually aloof goddess would also be reading novels in her spare time?

I'm still reading my own book!

But that book's grades were too bad. Ao Ye usually didn't dare tell others that he wrote it himself.

[Lin Yan'er]: It's infuriating! It seemed so good, and then it ended in just one chapter. Short and weak.

……

[Ao Ye]: Oh dear, senior, maybe people are usually writing and about to expand on the story, but when they look down, they realize that one chapter is enough.

We still need to look at the long-term effects.

Lying on the bed, Ao Ye couldn't help but touch his handsome forehead.

I thought something had happened.

So it turns out they felt they hadn't seen enough.

Startled, he quickly opened his notes app to record the feedback from his readers.

[Lin Yan'er]: What about you? You just said you occasionally write, would you like to consider it?

On the other side, Lin Yan'er had already taken care of her legs. She took out a neatly folded gray blanket from her suitcase, then lifted the blanket. Wearing a silky lace nightgown, she gently lifted her beautiful legs, revealing a pair of sexy and clean feet that looked like those of a goddess, and slipped them into her blanket.

I took a flight that lasted more than ten hours.

I'm really tired.

[Ao Ye]: What are you considering? This isn't a good idea. Besides, I don't have any beautiful female characters around me that I can write about, unless... unless it's a cool and aloof girl like you, senior. If you don't mind, you can let me write about you.

[Lin Yan'er]: What do I have to write about?

On the other side, Lin Yan'er, wearing a silky lace nightgown, revealed her beautiful shoulders. Her cascading hair fell lazily over her arms, and her captivating face let out a soft sigh.

[Ao Ye]: Senior, you don't understand. You can't just rely on fantasy to write a novel. If you give him a beautiful woman and have her with him every day, how could he not feel anything?

[Lin Yan'er]: Nonsense.

[Ao Ye]: Of course it's true. Writing skills are actually easy to master, but if you only have writing skills without a soul, then the novel is meaningless. For example, senior, let's use the sentence structure "I went on a date with my senior." It reads plain and unremarkable, without any highlights, right? But if we change it to "I had a secret date with my senior, who was wearing a silky cheongsam, in a hotel," doesn't it feel much better?

Lying in bed, Ao Ye became increasingly engrossed in typing.

It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple.

In the morning, I was thinking about how to strengthen and solidify the relationship between Lin Yan'er, whom I had finally established contact with. But dating wouldn't work; a relationship without regular contact would fade sooner or later.

Besides, I still haven't had enough of my senior's incredibly alluring S-curve last night at the hotel.

The thought of this energized Ao Ye.

My senior's business trip couldn't have come at the worst possible time.

[Lin Yan'er]: You can watch all kinds of TV series and movies to enrich your inspiration.

[Ao Ye]: But that's someone else's stuff. Let me put it this way, if you, senior, agree to be my heroine and let me accumulate material every day, then I will do my best.

[Lin Yan'er]: Really?

[Ao Ye]: Of course, I wanted to write about your figure the day I met you, senior.

[Lin Yan'er]: You scoundrel!

[Ao Ye]: Okay, senior, you can scold me a few more times if you like.

[Lin Yan'er]: Do you really want to write?

[Ao Ye]: Of course.

[Lin Yan'er]: Okay then, but you have to show it to me when you're done writing.

[Ao Ye]: Then senior, please take more photos of you.

[Lin Yan'er]: Is this okay?

With a whoosh.

A photo suddenly appeared in Ao Ye's WeChat chat with Lin Yan'er.

Lin Yan'er was wearing a slightly tight flight attendant uniform that covered her hips, with a thin black stocking on her lower body, her beautiful skin faintly visible. Her legs were being teased by her female colleague next to her, who was leaning back in her seat laughing.

Then Ao Ye saw the goddess Lin Yan'er's neck, which was tied with a silky ribbon in a very polite manner, making people feel very good.

Have a look.

Just say it.

In the past, when Ao Ye encountered this situation, he would inevitably consider the other person's feelings and his words would not be very straightforward. Now, he speaks his mind directly.

Then the goddess senior satisfied herself.

[Ao Ye]: Senior, please send your own voice again.

[Lin Yan'er]: Voice recording. 3s

!!!

It's that super seductive, clipped voice again.

As soon as Ao Ye finished typing, a voice message lasting only 3 seconds came through.

I clicked on it and put my ear to listen.

It felt as if I were right there with my goddess senior, a beauty that I could never forget.

[Lin Yan'er]: Silly boy, go write! I recommend you read books like *Snow Country*, *The Night Flight of Hong Fu*, and *Dream of the Red Chamber*. Their descriptions of women have a hazy, pure beauty. If you find anything similar, feel free to exchange opinions.

The senior's voice is so sweet.

Occasionally arrogant.

Deep down, he is still kind.

It was already late at night.

What Ao Ye didn't expect was that the goddess, who was originally cold and beautiful on the outside, actually had a heart full of passion and was interested in many things. If he could hug the goddess Lin Yan'er at this moment and lie in the same bed, just that moment of hugging would be wonderful.

I wonder just how beautiful it really is.

Ao Ye suddenly felt that this moment was definitely approaching.

[Ao Ye]: Okay, senior, you should take a rest.

Lowering the pillow and tucking the blanket in, Ao Ye burrowed deeper into the blanket and opened the picture that his goddess Lin Yan'er had just sent him—a picture of two flight attendants in black stockings playing and frolicking.

Some ideas started to form in my mind.

But I've actually read two of the three books my senior mentioned. They both teach how to describe details.

The previous book successfully captivated a group of readers.

It all comes down to his own effort in paying attention to the details of beautiful women. If you want to write well, you have to immerse yourself in the scene and carefully study those beautiful women in silk cheongsams and high heels, and how every move they make is so captivating.

After his conversation with the goddess Lin Yan'er tonight, Ao Ye found that he seemed to have a new way of thinking and gradually became excited.

If he can write this book well, he can spend every day with his goddess senior.

With this thought in mind, he unconsciously fell asleep with his mind on the goddess Lin Yan'er, as if she were right beside Ao Ye, only very quietly.

Around midnight, there seemed to be a bluish cat in the courtyard outside the window and in the alleyway outside the courtyard, meowing and howling as if it were a human shouting.

Ao Ye snorted coldly.

I'll get up early tomorrow and the first thing I'll do is make a list of the materials I need from my senior so she can provide them to me.

Then, I fell asleep.

But in the middle of the night, I clearly felt a chill on my shoulder and heard a tiptoeing sound.

Then, it seemed as if a pair of small hands wrapped around her waist from behind and hugged her sweetly.

Chapter 17 The JK Girl Snuggles into Bed!

The next day, early in the morning.

A cool breeze blew in, and the warm sunlight shone through the old but clean windows, like the gentle, tender hands of a goddess caressing Ao Ye's handsome face and neck.

At this moment, a wicked smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

He seemed to still be extremely excited and thrilled about his conversation with Lin Yan'er last night.

They'll have to wait until Lin Yan'er returns from France before they can spend the night at a hotel again.

Suddenly, a small, cold, ant-like hand reached out and touched Ao Ye's chest first, then grabbed Ao Ye's waist and wouldn't let go.

Just as that smooth little hand suddenly approached Ao Ye.

"Well!!!"

The sudden sensation jolted Ao Ye awake, causing him to jump out of bed and shout, "What was that?!"

"Hey~"

A soft, childlike voice murmured in my ear, tickling me.

"Chu...Chuchu?"

Belatedly, Ao Ye felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

After lifting the covers, he was surprised to find a beautiful girl with pigtails and wearing a white silk skirt in his bed, snuggling close to him, her pretty face seemingly deep in thought.

That girl!

When did this girl crawl into her own bed?

In addition, Ao Ye clearly felt that a pair of legs of a girl wearing a tight white silk short skirt were constantly touching him.

.........

What exactly happened last night?

Ao Ye subconsciously let his mind wander, but he had already fallen asleep last night and was completely unaware of anything. The only thing he was a little suspicious about was that last night he kept thinking about Lin Yan'er's super hot body swaying in front of him.

Later, it seemed he was holding a woman.

Could it be that last night I was holding Chu Chu, this beautiful girl?