I write novels in Liyue

"A delicate beauty? It would be quite interesting to strip her naked and throw her into the icy lake."

Yura snorted and said, "I won't be able to shake off my frustration after reading her book unless I make that woman suffer a little!"

"Uh, although I know you won't really throw Fang Qiu into the lake, I still have to remind you, she looks very unwell. If you throw her into the icy lake, she might die."

Paimon said.

Ying nodded.

"Is it that weak? Then you should come with me to the snow mountain to train properly."

Yura hesitated for a moment, then waved her hand and said, "Fine, then I'll change the punishment method."

"That's good."

Paimon breathed a sigh of relief.

After they had a pleasant dinner, they agreed to hold a book club together the next day, and then Yura and Amber said goodbye to them.

They wanted to continue reading Fang Qiu's books.

Paimon and Ying walked towards the inn.

Mondstadt was peaceful and serene.

A gentle breeze is blowing.

Qin, Keli, and Lisa had just finished dinner and were sitting on the sofa chatting and drinking tea.

Kaiya, holding a book by Fang Qiu, was introducing it to Eileen, who was pondering how to destroy the wooden stake, with a mischievous grin.

Yura and Amber walked along the streets of Mondstadt in the sunset.

Wendy, in the gift of the angels, explained to Diluc the benefits of storytelling.

After Mona finished queuing, she took her payment and had a hearty meal at the Deer Hunter's.

When Diona returned to Cat's Tail Tavern, she found her father and several friends drunk in the tavern, with Fang Qiu's book beside them.

Diona clenched her fists, looked out the window, and murmured, "Fang Qiu really is a demon king!"

A gust of wind blew past the window.

A gentle breeze from the high heavens blows towards Liyue.

Following the wind, Paimon and Luminous turned their gaze toward Liyue.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how Miss Fang Qiu's new book is coming along."

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P.S.: I'm making a solemn promise: I'll definitely update more tomorrow! If I don't, may I be beheaded!

I'd also like to share a cute little book with you, "Can You Make Some Serious Animation?"

Summary:

【Orange】

Bai Yuli, a time traveler, age unknown.

In this era where monsters and humans coexist peacefully, she is the best monster artist in the industry.

That's right, it's a monster!

She was even a white-haired fox spirit.

Unlike ordinary animation spirits, she once became the most popular director in the industry, bar none, even as a human.

Her good fortune didn't last long. Due to a conspiracy, she was not only kicked out of the animation industry, but her resume was also sealed. With no other choice but to return to Tushan City, where monsters lived, she could only make a living by making a few pictures.

—Until she entered the orange.

Several years later.

"Ms. Bai Yuli, having won awards for Best Animation Director, Best Game Director, and Best Music Producer consecutively, what are your thoughts on the topic of lifespan?"

What else can I see?

"The power of love is boundless!"

Add a touch of stickers, a bit of plagiarism, a dash of demons and monsters, and a dash of love and peace, and a bizarre and fantastical urban fantasy tale is born!

Chapter 238 "The Forest of Fireflies" (Three-in-One)

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

The night ends and the day dawns.

A pale light appeared on the horizon, and the stars in the sky gradually faded away.

On a chilly early autumn morning, just before winter began, the air was filled with a slight cold.

The weather is getting colder.

A slightly chilly breeze blew through the windows and screen of the rented room, touching Fang Qiu's exposed, fair, shapely buttocks and slender legs.

The sudden chill made Fang Qiu shiver and wake up from her sleep.

Shen He, who was sleeping beside her, had his eyes closed, and his pert and rounded chest was rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

Beside Shen He was a copy of her book, "5 Centimeters Per Second," which she had seen Shen He reading before going to bed last night.

I guess Shen He probably went to sleep very late yesterday after watching it.

Looking at Shen He's peaceful sleeping face, Fang Qiu smiled gently.

Shen He has been staying at her house these past few days, eating and sleeping together every day.

They got along very well.

Tingyu has also become familiar with Shenhe, but she still won't let Shenhe hug her, at most she can only touch him.

Shen He's only bad point is that he sleeps too lightly.

Shen He would wake up whenever she made the slightest noise.

In other words, Shen He must have cultivated immortality. If it were someone like her who had awakened, she would have suffered from neurasthenia and fallen ill long ago.

After all, let alone her current sickly body, even she in her past life couldn't withstand it.

In her past life, she lived at home for a while, but there was a square right outside her house. Every day and night, a group of old men and women seemed to have endless energy, constantly pouring their vitality into their daily social interactions.

As she danced, the songs from the square dance flooded her brain like a piercing, intoxicating melody.

It passes through the eardrum and reaches the mind.

There was simply no way to write during that time period.

In order to write, I had to reverse my sleep schedule. Even when I slept during the day, I was often woken up by the noise from square dancing. I started to suffer from neurasthenia, and my health deteriorated.

These days, she often wakes Shen He up with the slightest noise, yet Shen He doesn't seem sleepy at all...

Fang Qiu plans to choose a house after finishing the new book.

They will each have their own room, so they won't have to worry about waking Shen He.

She shifted her body slightly, reached out and tugged at her nightgown to cover her lower body, which was only covered by black lace panties. But as soon as she finished doing this, Shen He woke up beside her.

"Shen He, good morning."

Fang Qiu greeted him.

"Well, good morning."

Shen He nodded.

Now that Shen He was awake, Fang Qiu no longer needed to tiptoe around. She sat on the bed, stretched, walked to the bedside, removed the screen, and opened the window.

Outside the window, the sky was already glowing orange-red.

The sun will be out soon.

"Phew, it's getting colder and colder. Winter is coming. Let's go buy some winter clothes this afternoon."

Feeling the chill outside the window, Fang Qiu shrank back slightly.

It's getting cold.

"Ah."

Shen He walked to the wardrobe, took off his pajamas, revealing his smooth and alluring body, and began to change into his everyday clothes.

Fang Qiu glanced at Shen He's alluring body before turning her gaze to the manuscript on the table, which was covered by a book.

The work is finished.

The plot of "Hotarubi no Mori e" is not long, and even someone as lazy as her only took a few days to finish writing it.

As long as I submit the manuscript to the publisher today, I can continue to slack off.

A lot has happened in the past few days.

For example, after Ningguang and the wealthy merchants finished watching the opera at Qunyu Pavilion that day, they discussed jointly opening a film studio in the suburbs of Liyue specifically for film screenings.

The wealthy merchants naturally wouldn't refuse to do business with Ningguang.

Thus, a large-scale project began.

As for why she wanted to unite with so many wealthy businessmen, she guessed it was probably so that they could also get a share of the profits and develop together.

The announcement of this project caused an uproar throughout Liyue Harbor.

Not only were the people who had suffered from long queues at teahouses excited, but the wealthy businessmen were also extremely excited.

They originally thought that although the film was very attractive to the public, it also had many shortcomings.

First, there is the issue of crowded playback resources.

The release of just one game, "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 1," kept the teahouses in Liyue running at full capacity for many days without stopping.

If they were to invest as well, Liyue's teahouses simply wouldn't be able to survive.

Secondly, the high cost of queuing means they will only accept high-end products with long queues.