Fasting blood glucose concentration <2.8Mmol/L, please kiss me
Straightforward, hypoglycemia, editor attack (Kuang Yu) × oral pleasure, daydream, author Shou (Zhen Yan)
********Copywriting********
Zhenyan is an iron-headed boy who makes major publishing houses fearful of him.
Zhenyan went straight to the cake shop with the five steel dices sent to her by the editor, and as a reward for rejecting the manuscript for the nth time - a butter flower.
Just when Zhenyan was posing for a photo and planning to post it on WeChat Moments,
A staggering man rushed towards him, aimed at his butter flower and swallowed it clean in one gulp.
Are there still such troubled people these days?
"Give me back the cream!"
"I'm sorry... I have low blood sugar. Good Samaritan, you will be rewarded."
"Huh?" He seemed to be pretty good-looking, "Handsome guy, please leave a message... Isn't it hypoglycemia? Running so fast?"
As an orphan, Zhenyan's good luck was all spent on being taken in by a wealthy man in the city.
As a well-known philanthropist in this city, he cultivated many good deeds and contributed to temples. Unfortunately, he died at the age of sixty.
Zhenyan once thought that she had made her father angry to death by announcing her coming out in front of the hospital bed.
"Master, do you think I should become a monk?"
"Donor, you use your father's photo as a hanging picture and the key to the ash burner. I think the Buddha cannot accommodate you."
A huge fortune can last three lifetimes, so it would be too deserted for one person to live alone in such a big villa.
Before Zhenyan went to hunt for beauty, she posted an advertisement for a shared house for 200/month, with free water and electricity.
When I came back, I complained, "The quality of the 1 in the club recently is too bad."
I saw a figure wandering outside the door, "Hello, do you provide shared accommodation here?"
"Fuck! Cream boy!"
"You are... The benefactor!"
The straight bending plan is in progress.
Zhenyan's clothes were half-undressed and stretched across Kuang Yu's waist, "Dear~ Let's start~"
Crunchy…
Kuang Yu rolled his eyes.
"Do you faint?!"
********Career Highlights********
"Zhen Yan, blue sky, white clouds." Kuang Yuxi said that she felt regretful after mentioning her personal editorship, "Is this your literary masterpiece?"
"Everyone's mind is filled with you, and there's not a drop of ink left." Zhenyan tugged at Kuang Yu's clothes from left to right.
"What do you think I could write?"
"Bite your ** and then **, put your hands **, let you **, and finally I **..."
Kuang Yu picked up the sugar bowl, spoonful after spoonful.
*I'm really afraid that you might be on the wrong side~ Zhenyan is very picky about beautiful women, and Kuang Yu never found true love before they broke up with each other.
*The six-character mantra + the reason why monks don't lie
*(add slowly)
Concept: A story about a writer who is limited by his style and subject matter and longs for recognition.
