Of course, as she typed her reply, her emotions were no longer so turbulent, and her response was much more normal.
A Lonely Cucumber: "It's my calamity."
With a sly chuckle, Han Lie thought to himself—so I'm both your calamity and your golden thigh, and this is some kind of angsty, deep love story, huh?
In a flash of inspiration, an outline naturally formed in his mind:
"In the end, the mysterious master from the internet arrives at the crucial moment, revealing his true form—it's actually her idol! Little Xi's eyes widen, her mind thrown into chaos. She feels dizzy and her body goes limp, slumping to the ground..."
The rest can't be written; it's paid content. Everyone can use their imagination.
Han Lie was curious. What would Xi Luting's reaction be if he only gave her the final part of the outline and rough draft when the novel was nearing its end? Would she go mad? Damn, that's just too interesting!
So, the scoundrel enthusiastically began to egg her on.
