Copywriting: Qi Yi knew that he had fallen into a trap. The dignified army major had fallen into the hands of a little girl who wrote BL novels, mainly based on himself.
Small Theater 1: After a night, Qin Yue woke up, her whole body ached. When she regained consciousness, she looked around this strange room. She turned around and saw a note pressed under the quilt on the bedside table.
Remember to drink when you wake up and feel thirsty. There is porridge in the kitchen pot. Have a good rest. When I come back, we will chat. Qin Yue looked surprised. This was different from the 419 plot she expected.
Chat? Chat? What are we talking about, technology? User experience? Any ideas for improvements to last night's event?
Small Theater 2: One day Qi Yi was at home and received Qin Yue's express delivery. He called Qin Yue and Qin Yue said it was a sample book.
Just take it apart. Qi Yi just wanted to see what his wife had written.
Opening the book, the scenes and dialogues in the book become more and more familiar.
After a long while, Qi Yi closed the book, closed his eyes, pinched his nose bones, and calmly allowed his world view to be established again.
When Qin Yue came home and saw her husband with a sullen face, she asked, husband, are you at the bottom of the COS pot~
As soon as Qi stood up, he picked up Qin Yue and walked to the bedroom, proving to Qin Yue that he didn't like men.
Afterwards, Qin Yue explained: I can't control myself. I always think wrong when I see you. It's an occupational disease.
Get up and kiss Qi Yi, husband, I was wrong (＞＜)
Qi Yi sighed, his daughter-in-law had a very good attitude towards admitting her mistakes, but she didn't deserve life or death...
Looking at his enthusiastic little wife, Qi pressed Qin Yue under him and thought, that's all, let's just write it, we can't miss a piece of meat, but a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.