A rumor circulates on a certain prickly-skinned, yellow-fleshed fruit platform: authors' novels are mostly autobiographical.
As a reader, Fang Yihui never believed it, until he unexpectedly discovered that the boy he'd picked up off the street was the very author whose updates he'd followed for ages. His personality, his preferences... everything matched the protagonist in the novel perfectly.
He couldn't help but start to wonder.
One day, An Ran, now completely transformed into a girl, was doing housework as usual.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind without warning.
Nervously, she said, "Y-you... what are you doing...? I'm mopping the floor..."
"Mm... Next, when the girl saw that the man still wasn't leaving, she thought he wouldn't let her go and could only say, blushing, in a quiet voice, 'Could we do this after I'm done with my chores...?'"
The man's voice echoed beside her ear.
An Ran froze. Why did that sound so familiar?
Wait!
Wasn't that from her own novel?
Her pretty face turned bright red. She turned around, only to hear the man keep reading to himself about pinning her against the wall, pressing close to her, and her earlobes being a sensitive spot...
She immediately understood the reason for his strange behavior these past few days.
Was he trying to win her over using her novel?
But those scenes were written purely to cater to readers' tastes. They had nothing to do with her at all!
She protested loudly in her mind, when another line floated into her ear.
"You like being treated this way, don't you, An Ran Zishi?"
"..."
Aaaah! Don't read out her pen name!
