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Chapter 133 Don't do it while I'm on the phone...

On this day, a new book quietly went on sale in major bookstores and e-commerce platforms.

Among the tens of thousands of novels published throughout the year, it seemed quite ordinary. However, a previously quiet core readership suddenly erupted because of this book.

"What's with this 'perverted flow' thing? He's started writing romance novels, has he gone mad?!" Someone angrily posted on Weibo, which instantly attracted countless reposts and comments.

Some were even more indignant, their words filled with disappointment and frustration: "Su Liu betrayed the perverted, betrayed logic, betrayed the orthodox, and that's bad enough, but now he's actually stooped to writing romance novels! This is simply intolerable!"

A large number of people instantly flooded the comment section of Su Liu's Weibo.

"When the novel version of 'Knives Out' was released, I thought he had returned to classic mystery! But it turns out it was just a ruse; he's actually fallen even further!"

The sentiment in the comments section was almost unanimously in favor of the commenters.

"You're into the 'perverted' genre? Blink if you've been kidnapped. Does writing this kind of romance novel really fit your style?"

"Give us back that cold-blooded, ruthless psychopath!"

"Damn it, you've completely disgraced us!"

"When I first saw the title, I thought he was going to imitate Liancheng Sanji Yan and do some light and refreshing mystery, but after reading it from the beginning..."

In the end, it really was just about romance! Although it was well-written.

Of course, some people defended Su Liu: "You guys are overreacting. Keigo Higashino next door has also written about genres other than mystery, and even some heartwarming and healing ones."

Shortly after this comment was posted, several sharp rebuttals appeared below: "Isn't it a consensus that Bestselling Jun isn't a mystery writer? He can write whatever he wants, nobody cares."

"Exactly, comparing Bestselling Guy to Su Liu is an insult to our God of Deduction, isn't it?"

"I'm just a passerby, I don't understand whether you guys are criticizing him or praising him."

"Damn it! Don't you even know what it means to be strict because you love someone deeply! We're scolding him because we care about him!"

"Damn it, 'for his own good' has appeared!"

"Listen up, everyone! Knowing Su Liu's personality, the more we oppose him, the more he'll go against us!" Someone shouted in the comments section, instantly waking up the book fans who were in a state of anger.

"What? How could it be so bizarre?"

Then, in less than ten minutes, the tone of the comments section suddenly changed, revealing an eerie harmony: "Please! Write more romance novels, we just can't get enough!"

"Yeah, yeah, I fucking love watching romance dramas. I feel restless if I don't watch them for a day."

"What is 'orthodox' fiction? What is mystery? I'm really not familiar with these. Please, Teacher Su, go all the way down the romance genre, and ideally write a hundred books about domineering CEOs falling in love with me."

While everyone was indignant, Su Liu, who was at the center of the storm, was unable to extricate himself from the allure of love.

Or rather, it is a constant process of self-extrication in a physical sense.

Dilraba not only performed an amazing dance tonight, but also showcased her incredible flexibility.

Originally facing away from Su Liu, she gracefully turned around with her long legs drawing a circle in the air, then twisted her waist.

Such superb technique left Su Liu speechless. He always felt that Dilraba's standards were getting higher and higher, almost to the point of having no limits.

After the clouds stopped and the rain ceased, Reba collapsed into the bedding, her breathing gradually calming down.

Su Liu, however, was not idle. He leaned against the headboard, looking at the strange comments online with a dark expression.

"Holy crap! Are these people crazy?"

"What's wrong?" Reba turned around and nestled against Su Liu's chest like a cat.

"Look." He turned his phone screen towards her.

When Dilraba saw the comments in the comment section where people were all saying one thing but meaning another, and were crying and begging him to write more romance novels, she was first stunned, and then burst out laughing.

"Teacher Su, your book fans are so cute!"

"Cute? They've been insulting me since my debut! First they called me a pervert, then they asked why I wasn't perverted anymore! Now they're being sarcastic and unreasonable. It's just incomprehensible."

"Hahahaha." Reba laughed and then suddenly started showering him with kisses on his neck and chin.

Just then, a phone call came in. Dilraba glanced at the caller ID, her smiling lips immediately pouting, and she angrily bit Su Liu's shoulder.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Su Liu gently patted her head to comfort her, and only after she slowly loosened her teeth did he reluctantly press the answer button.

"Hey, beep beep."

"Why did it take so long to answer?" Chen Duling's dissatisfied voice came from the phone.

"I'm very busy."

"Late at night? Never mind, I read your new novel, 'A Love Like a Bouquet,' the title is kind of romantic."

"Don't you have a lot of lab reports to write lately? You still have time to read novels?"

"It's good to balance work and rest sometimes. Sigh—" Chen Duling's voice suddenly became coy, "I heard that this novel was inspired by me, is that true?"

"Who told you that?"

"Don't worry about it, okay?"

"How could that be? No, it's not." Su Liu answered decisively.

I don't believe it.

Su Liu was stunned for a moment, then retorted somewhat angrily, "If you don't believe me, why did you ask me at all!"

"Haha, what about me inspired you? Tell me quickly." Chen Duling laughed heartily on the other end, her tone full of curiosity.

"Wait a minute, shouldn't you be moved first in a situation like this?"

"Huh? Am I supposed to be touched?"

Su Liu was speechless, a sense of powerlessness rising within her. Well, she truly lived up to her reputation as a hopeless, iron-willed straight woman.

"Most people would be moved!"

"But I want to know first, what exactly inspired you?"

"Chen Duling, that's enough! Who would ask such questions?"

"Okay," Chen Duling's voice softened, "Then why call it 'A Love Like a Bouquet'?"

"Because the bouquet is made from flowers cut from the plant, detached from the soil and without roots."

"So, the male and female leads will eventually separate, right?"

"That's right."

"Do you think we would too?"

"Huh? What?"

Will we drift apart like in novels?

Ah—Chen Duling, even the most clueless and straightforward woman has moments of such sentimentality.

Her tone was as usual, revealing no emotional fluctuation. It was as if she had asked a very ordinary question casually.

"A novel is just a novel, beep beep."

"That's true."

At this moment, Reba, who was lying on his chest, suddenly started snorting loudly from her nostrils, clearly very angry.

Her big eyes darted around, giving her a sly look. Then, slowly and silently, she slid down from Su Liu's chest.

A warm sensation suddenly washed over him, and Su Liu's words came to an abrupt halt, as if he had been put on pause.

"Susu, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing... Um... It's getting late, you have to get up early for class tomorrow, go to sleep."

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"Okay then, bye-bye."

"...Bye-Bye."

As soon as Su Liu hung up the phone, she forced back the intense pleasure and said, "Reba, you're going a bit too far!"

Meanwhile, Dilraba, hiding under the covers, became increasingly unrestrained in her actions.

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