Bai Xiaoqing looked at the red-haired woman in front of him, his pupils dilated, and his heart stirred up, "So, are you really the author of this novel?"
She nodded, "The transmission channel between the two worlds is the popularity of this novel. A certain popularity value will be converted into the time it takes for me to return to the real world."
His eyes were scarlet, and he held her arms tightly, "So, am I someone who can be abandoned so easily? Bai Xiaoqing, you have no heart!"
"Sorry, I don't have you in my future plans."
He knelt down in front of her, like a devout apostle, with tears streaming from his eyes. "Please, don't leave me again."
She couldn't help but be attracted by this fragile appearance, and placed a gentle kiss on his eyelids.
This is not necessarily true.
Intention: If an adult is willing to tell his whole life, it is already love. This is me asking for help, because I believe in you.