novelraw Chapter 516 - 515: Refreshing Afternoon Tea~
Chapter 516 - 515: Refreshing Afternoon Tea~
While Cheng Zhirang was still shooting, Mu Qiu received a photo from Chen Song.
She had originally hung up and was planning to curl up on the balcony to write, but just as her computer was getting ready, she received such a photo.
A photo full of... temptation.
In less than a minute, her lock screen, wallpaper, and chat interface background were all changed to that photo.
Then she held her phone and kept staring at it, all while mentally daydreaming various scenarios.
When your paper cutout boyfriend becomes a 3D real person, and he’s your boyfriend, how would you feel?
Literally wanting to take a breath of intoxicating air and get drunk, lost in this boundless beauty.
Those two black leather straps were just perfect, if you unbutton two buttons and sprinkle some water on them...
Not even done with this one, before long, Chen Song sent another photo.
It was a casually snapped photo, Cheng Zhirang still holding that lighter, the only difference being someone tied the two straps on Cheng Zhirang together.
From the middle, just below his chest muscles, another strap of the same color connected the two, not tight or bending the other straps’ curves, it looked somewhat decorative like riding gear.
It’s just... because the leather quality is hard, the three crossing straps on his white shirt always seem to accentuate his figure too much.
Mu Qiu’s finger pressed on the screen where his abs were, swallowed her saliva, hesitated for two seconds, then decisively changed everyone’s chat background picture to this photo.
She finally understood Zhao Yu’s crazy behavior.
If Cheng Zhirang’s A-grade photos come a few more, she could change her wallpaper nonstop every day. Three hundred photos to change for three days, others’ photos three to last three years.
She inexplicably felt a sense of shared sentiment with Zhao Yu, and sent her a message filled with deep emotion.
[I finally understand you.]
[Zhao Yu: ?]
[Zhao Yu: A sudden inexplicable sentiment, did you do something bad behind my back?]
[Though you use my photo as chat background once a year, while Su Yan’s photos are changing daily, I’m not mad at you now.]
[I understand, I truly understand, it’s just an uncontrollable inner struggle, forward temptation too great.]
[Zhao Yu: When I save your photos they’re all 8G HD ugly pictures not photoshopped, do you blame me?]
[...]
[Goodbye]
[Zhao Yu: See, friendship collapses just this fast.]
[Zhao Yu: You definitely received Cheng Zhirang’s beautiful photo, right?]
[Zhao Yu: Working hours send this type of message to show off, still make me guess, absolutely shameless.]
[Zhao Yu: As compensation, I also want to see that photo.]
[In your dreams]
[Would you let me see your collection of Su Yan’s best photos?]
[Zhao Yu: Obviously, of course I would.]
[See, this is the difference between an idol and a boyfriend.]
[Zhao Yu: ...... Get lost. / Even thinking of you makes my dog depressed.jpg]
[Zhao Yu: It’s maddening for Mu Qiu.jpg]
[Shu Ran speechless.jpg]
Having bragged to Zhao Yu, Mu Qiu lay back on the balcony sofa, with the wind blowing, listening to music, looking at photos, and a relentless stream of melodramatic storylines churned in her mind.
A naturally leading man face like this, not generating inner stories would be a waste.
Let her think, this body, this face, should she give him an aristocratic young master’s role, or an underground casino king’s role? Or perhaps a fearsome Jade-faced Young Master from the underworld?
Turning clouds with a flip, flipping hands for rain, casually charging a highway toll starting at millions?
From the moment he drives through the entrance, every step on the floor is accompanied by explosive background music?
This story isn’t bad, Mu Qiu felt it was necessary to jot down this "inspiration".
She grabbed a few green sticky notes, sat on the floor, and started writing.
With inspiration in her heart, the pen seemed magical, within moments four or five sticky notes were used up.
After writing, she stuck the sticky notes together, raised them up for a look, feeling quite satisfied.
[Legendary underground night emperor arrives, terrifying existence in Jun City. He is domineering, ruthless, cold, and uninterested in women.
But it is such an underground emperor, who during a belt elasticity test encountered a classical lady who fell from the sky.
From then on, he fell for her at first sight, pursued relentlessly, attacking with vigor. Meal card topped up with a hundred thousand at any time, phone bill a million ready, designer bags piling up her rented room, bed he replaces, lined with cash.
When the girl Bai Piao is bullied, he descends from the sky, arriving in a thinker’s pose before her, gestures, solving all the burly men within 0.01 seconds!
Bai Piao sat on the ground, looking up with admiration. She admits, at this moment, she was hopelessly in love with him!
When two kings of Jun City join forces, can those who bullied them still sleep peacefully? Can the skies of Jun City remain calm?!
Watch as these chaotic lovers showcase their skills in Jun City, performing the play of you chase, I catch, I chase, you catch, a cycle once again! ]
She blew air on the sticky notes, very satisfied, snapped a few photos, thought for a second, and posted them in the reader group.
[Today’s appetizer afternoon tea served.]
In the first half-minute, many lurking readers emerged, saying things like [Mu Qiu, you heartless person finally showed up][Writer, you finally remembered you have readers][Caught a bubbling writer][Afternoon tea indeed!]...
Half a minute later, the group fell into dead silence.
[Does it take this long to read? This is just a synopsis.]
[? You not speaking makes me really anxious.]
After two more minutes, finally someone spoke.
[Promise me, writer, if you’re truly stuck, go out and relax before writing again]
[Caught off guard, choked by this afternoon tea]
[We can be less tight in urging updates, take your time]
[My eyes are more blinded than Guan Gu’s]
[I actually felt okay, at least it’s not Tiezhu, Tie Niu, Tie Dan]
[I beg you, don’t write this story, I’m about to cry]
[It’s a myocardial infarction feeling, this Bai Piao name truly resonates with context]
[Couldn’t you use this time to write a normal story? Are you too stimulated lately?]
[Just like that a good writer went mad]
[The thinker’s landing pose... the scene must be spectacular]
[Unless next episode you act out this story, otherwise I won’t accept it, clutching mom’s leg crying.jpg]
[Brother Huai startled.jpg]
[Promise me, rest properly for a few days, will you?]
Mu Qiu pouted, refused to listen, hummed a song and stuck those sticky notes on a very conspicuous spot by the computer, visible as soon as it’s turned on.