I write novels in Liyue

The melodious singing, accompanied by the sound of the wind rustling through the osmanthus trees, lingered in front of the Hall of Rebirth.

Liu Fang, it was you; Ye Ping, it was always you; I have always favored you.

I've promised you I wouldn't love you, but I haven't promised myself that yet.

Then, in Yiyi's gaze, she said, "I will never change my mind, I long for you as if you were my face."

The scenes from the book seemed to reappear before my eyes.

The three songs ended, but the wind continued to blow.

But the people have already dispersed...

The osmanthus tree rustled softly.

Fang Qiu stood under the swaying lanterns, the lights dim, and a cool sea breeze blew, ruffling the white hair on her forehead.

Still as water.

After a long while, Yun Jinhe finally realized what was happening. They wiped away the tears streaming down their faces and applauded Fang Qiu.

"As expected of Miss Fang Qiu, every song reminds me of the contents of the book."

Yun Jin exclaimed, "And she sang really well."

"Yes, yes, the lyrics are a bit colloquial, but they are able to make people understand the meaning precisely. This is what is meant by the commonality of the popular and the refined."

Hu Tao nodded in agreement and commented on the tasting.

Hearing what Hu Tao and Yun Jin said, Fang Qiu quickly said a few words of modesty.

They chatted for a long time outside the Hall of Rebirth. As evening approached, they bid farewell to Hu Tao and got up to leave.

Yun Jin Hui and Yu Tea House.

Fang Qiu went home.

Hu Tao escorted Fang Qiu home.

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At this moment, on the second floor of the Rebirth Hall.

Zhongli sat at his desk when a gust of wind blew in, causing the firelight inside to flicker and sway.

In the shimmering firelight, Zhongli's face flickered between light and shadow.

He picked up the glass of cold tea, drank it all in one gulp, and then turned his gaze to the book "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" on the table.

The pages in the book had been turned to the last few pages.

The main text describes Xu Changqing summoning a heavy snowfall for Zixuan.

"Let's go for a walk."

After a long while, Zhongli sighed, closed the book, and placed the entire set of books on the antique shelf.

He turned and walked out of the room.

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Although Yun Jin was traveling the same route as Fang Qiu and Hu Tao, they parted ways halfway through the journey.

Yun Jin strolled alone under the tranquil glow of the city lights.

"Miss Fang Qiu is a wonderful person, so talented. Not only does she write novels so well, but she also sings so well. Moreover, she writes her own songs."

Looking at the quiet street, Yun Jin murmured to herself, "However, there won't be much of a chance to talk to Miss Fang Qiu about opera this time. Putting aside everything else, 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' should be able to be adapted into an opera, right?"

"Speaking of which, Xin Yan has been back in Liyue Harbor for quite some time now. She should be holding a concert soon, right? Let's invite Fang Qiu and Hu Tao to join her. I wonder if Miss Fang Qiu likes rock music."

"Although Miss Fang Qiu looks gentle and delicate, and doesn't seem like someone who would like rock music, even the old-fashioned guest of the Hall of Rebirth likes to listen to Xin Yan's rock music. Perhaps Miss Fang Qiu will like it too?"

"Miss Fang Qiu sings so well, you must have a lot in common with Xin Yan. Speaking of which, was Miss Fang Qiu's first book about music? Why don't you go back and read a book before going to sleep tonight?"

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Hu Tao escorted Fang Qiu all the way home.

"Would you like to come in, have a seat, and have a cup of tea?"

Fang Qiu asked.

"No need, no need. Didn't you say you've been writing all day? You also accompanied us to watch plays and sing songs. You must be very tired. I won't bother you any longer."

Hu Tao shook her head and said.

"OK then."

Seeing that Hu Tao had made up her mind, Fang Qiu didn't say anything more.

After leaving Fang Qiu's house, Hu Tao strolled along the street.

Under the moonlight, she strolled along, singing as she went.

This time, it wasn't Qiuqiu Ballad, nor was it "When the sun comes out, I bask in the sun; when the moon comes out, I bask in the moon," but rather a song sung by Fang Qiu.

"Let yesterday be forgotten, now you're right in front of me... I've decided you're the answer... I'm biased towards you..."

Hu Tao really likes this song.

I have a soft spot for you.

……

After Hu Tao left.

Fang Qiu, like a salted fish, nestled straight into the bouncy bomb with her alluring body.

Looking at the manuscript of "Your Name" in front of him, Fang Qiu fell into deep thought.

She seems to have encountered a very serious problem.

Should she continue writing her novel, or should she take a nap?

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Qiu made her choice.

That is sleeping.

This time it wasn't that she was being lazy and slacking off.

Instead, she had been writing all day, and then went out to listen to opera and sing songs, so she had very little energy left.

Since I don't have much energy left, the quality of what I write will also decline.

I should just go to sleep.

So, Fang Qiu got up and walked to the full-length mirror, slowly taking off her dress.

"Speaking of which, have your breasts gotten bigger recently...?"

Looking at the naked, frail woman in the full-length mirror, Fang Qiu, who was about to change into a nightgown, couldn't help but frown.

Her forearms were slender and weak, her waist and abdomen had no excess fat, and her legs were also slender and straight with no extra flesh.

Nothing has changed.

But my breasts seem to have gotten bigger...

Although it's still round and perky, without any sagging... it just feels a little bit too big.

"Let's measure it."

Fang Qiu sighed softly, took out a cloth ruler from the drawer, stuck the cloth strip to her back, then pulled it to her chest, and finally joined them in the center of her chest.

The taut white strip of cloth was tightly bound to the tender, fair skin, slightly deforming the snow-white flesh.

"It really has gotten bigger...sigh..."

Looking at the previously marked sizes, Fang Qiu sighed slightly, feeling somewhat melancholy.

Sure enough, I've gained weight.

I've become rich lately, and the food is so good.

So she took the measuring tape and measured other body measurements.

I don't know if this counts as good news...

Other physical data remained unchanged.

The arms haven't changed, the waist hasn't changed, the thighs haven't changed, and the calves haven't changed.

In other words, all the fat from gaining weight went to the chest area.

"That should be good news, at least I don't have to lose weight."

Fang Qiu thought for a moment and then said.

So what if her breasts are a bit big? At least they're not so big that they affect her appearance.

In my past life, some group members posted such large, explicit images that they completely lost their aesthetic appeal; they were simply large for the sake of being large...

A more well-proportioned figure is better.

For a pigeon, systematic training can be incredibly demanding.

Not to mention that in this life he is sickly and weak.

If you're out of breath after just a couple of steps, you've basically given up on exercising.

However, having larger breasts also has a drawback.

Fang Qiu turned her gaze to the nightgown that Sister Ying'er had given her, the one that would tighten around her chest.

Wearing a nightgown will probably feel even more uncomfortable...

It seems I'll have to ask Sister Ying'er to make me a loose-fitting panda pajama set another day, otherwise, who can stand being so tight every day?

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P.S.: I've been busy these past few days and was also forced to drink, so I'm feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Updates have been delayed, but I'll resume as soon as possible.

Chapter 132 Please, let me go.