A Young Woman's Heart

"Whoosh—" A hovercar sped past the window, but she didn't feel the slightest vibration.

It was as if nothing outside existed; what she was facing was not a floor-to-ceiling window, but a giant monitor.

But actually, the window can be opened.

She opened the window and stretched half of her hand out.

A spherical object, about the size of a volleyball, flew to her side, from which a 3D projected message popped up, asking, "How can I help you?"

“No wonder the previous owner always kept the curtains drawn…” Mo Xueyao muttered, “It’s like being watched all the time…”

"Hmm? Is it that little round ball?" Hua Yinyin woke up from her meditation. In just one hour, she had already completed more than 40,000 words. Her efficiency was simply unmatched.

"Hmm, what's this? A security camera?"

"Pretty much, but you could ask it to offer some services... um... two cups of milk tea, please!"

"Two cups of milk tea, please?" Mo Xueyao repeated.

The small ball immediately emitted a 'beep beep' sound, and soon after, a larger flying machine carrying two cups of milk tea flew over.

Mo Xueyao took it down with curiosity and wonder before it flew away.

"Alright, alright, close the window, close the window," Hua Yinyin urged, not only closing the window but also drawing the thick curtains.

"Aren't you going to pay?"

"You've received payment for your writing." Hua Yinyin pointed to the computer.

"Speaking of which, the computers in this world should be able to play a lot of super powerful games, right?"

“Hmm…no, the computers in this world can’t play games.” Hua Yinyin’s expression was strange. “Or maybe other people’s computers can play them, but this one can’t.”

"As beings created from this world, is it really alright for us to come to this world of the Creator?"

“No problem, I’ve checked before. In fact, most of the worlds that people create are fake worlds. They can only exist if a creator exists. The people in them are just like puppets.” Hua Yinyin made a gesture of manipulating a puppet. “There are very few worlds like ours where the whole world ‘comes to life.’ We won’t be discovered.”

"That's good." Mo Xueyao looked around again, but apart from finding a high-tech washroom, she didn't find anything else interesting.

"Oh right, let's take a look at the reader comments. What are they saying about our world?"

"Reader comments? Pfft, there aren't many of those!" Hua Yinyin chuckled. "Our story is too boring; it has no market in this world!"

"Is she really that pitiful?"

"Tch, that fat pig only writes these boring stories because he can't write stories about making money."

The term "fat pig" obviously refers to the former owner.

Hua Yinyin showed no mercy, and Mo Xueyao showed no sympathy for him, because he had originally planned to kill off the characters he created at will.

He's a guy with absolutely no compassion.

"It suddenly feels so unreal. Could it be that there are other beings outside this world who created it?"

"Maybe there might be? Well! Little Yaoyao, don't worry about such trivial things!" Hua Yinyin patted her shoulder. "It's a rare trip here, you'll forget about this place once you get back. Do you want to go out and play?"

How do we get out?

"Um……"

Hua Yinyin fell into deep thought.

This tiny room, resembling a coffin, didn't even have a door, making it impossible to find a way out.

Furthermore, there were no pedestrians on the street. Does this mean that one would need to use other special methods to get out?

However, the two novices couldn't figure out how to get out after trying for a long time, so they simply started fiddling with the computer in front of them.

"Should we include some author's notes or something to make them feel that the author is a living, breathing person?"

"Do you think the author is dead?" Mo Xueyao teased.

"AI writing exists in this world! However, AI's intelligence is not that high yet, so to distinguish AI, we need to rely on the author's words."

"Oh--"

"But it can't be 100%..."

"Well, when you mention the author, it's officially verified. It's probably the law in this world that real authors' statements are verified, so there's no need to worry about it being AI."

"I see."

“Then I’ll give it a try…” Hua Yinyin stroked her chin and started typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"Oh dear, half the month has already passed! Please give me some monthly votes, everyone! Thank you!"

"Is it okay to act cute? Would the original author ever act cute?"

"Ugh, you have no idea how disgusting that fat pig is." Hua Yinyin rolled her eyes. "His attempts at being cute were even more nauseating than ours."

"...Speaking of which, losing weight isn't that difficult in this world, is it?"

"Hey, I know why!"

"Huh, why?"

"Because I don't have money."

"...I thought you could say something."

“You need money everywhere!” Hua Yinyin tossed her braids. “Even ‘gods’ are the same.”

"But God's world is really boring."

"So being a god isn't all that great." Hua Yinyin shut down the computer, stretched lazily, and said, "Alright, alright, since we can't get out, let's go back~"

Will you forget everything here after you go back?

"Well, it's true that among you, only I can retain a little memory—as time draws near."

"Huh? Why?"

"I guess it'll sound like an alarm clock in my head?" she said, then slipped into the calendar and waved to Mo Xueyao, "Let's go home, little Yaoyao!"

"Well, let's go."

Mo Xueyao took one last look at the colorful neon lights shining through the curtains before jumping back into the calendar.

……

Chapter 212 Bedwetting?

Mo Xueyao woke up at home on Sunday morning.

She vaguely remembered having a strange dream yesterday, a dream of an extremely developed metropolis, more than ten times more prosperous than Shanghai, with skyscrapers reaching into the clouds and vehicles driving through the air...

As for the others, I can't remember them very well.

The sky outside the window was still a bit gray and had not yet fully brightened.

She woke up not because she was awake, but because she was startled awake by a sudden surge of heat in her pants.

I vaguely remember that I was looking for a toilet in my dream. After finally finding one, I started to relieve myself.

Then I woke up.

She prayed that nothing like that would happen, but to her dismay, her entire pajama bottoms were soaked, and her blankets were stained too.

"Hiss—" Mo Xueyao hurriedly and carefully got up, quietly bypassed Li Wanyan, trying her best not to wake her, and then quietly walked to the door and pushed it open.

My mother had just gotten up and was brushing her teeth in the bathroom.

"Gulp gulp—Ptooey!" The mother spat out the mouthwash and turned to look at Mo Xueyao. "What, up so early today? Tomorrow's not Monday yet."

"Um……"

Mo Xueyao turned around in a panic, but her mother still noticed something was wrong.

Why are your pants wet?

"……cough!"

"Seriously? You're so old and still wetting the bed?"

"I...I...I didn't...no, no, I didn't!" Mo Xueyao stammered, "I don't know how, it just got wet!"

"I don't know what's wrong yet." The mother walked over casually and touched it. "It's still warm."

"Alas--"

"Aren't you going to take a shower? I'll wash your clothes and pants later!"

"Cough..."

She hurriedly ran into the bathroom, while her mother took out a small washbasin and put the kettle with freshly boiled water inside.

Taking a shower at home in winter is not a pleasant experience.

You have to use hot water mixed with cold water to wash, and it's not as refreshing as a shower head.

The most crucial point is... it's very cold to wash like this.

My mother was still washing her face at the door, nagging, "I've told you to go to bed earlier every day. Staying up late is bad for your health. Look at you, you were still awake at midnight yesterday. Now look what happened! Your muscles are all relaxed. You wet the bed today, will you poop on the bed tomorrow?"

"Mom, can you stop being so disgusting? It's not that exaggerated!" Mo Xueyao replied, both embarrassed and annoyed. A moment later, the sound of splashing water came from inside.

"That's right. If you don't sleep well at night and insist on staying up so late, you can't stay up so late on weekends either. Otherwise, your bladder will be in bad shape, your stomach will be in bad shape, your kidneys will be in bad shape, your liver will be in bad shape, and your heart will be in bad shape..." Her mother kept nagging, which made Mo Xueyao really a little scared.

However, she still stubbornly insisted, "It must be because I drank too much water last night!"

"You've drunk too much water. Come on, can't you get up to go to the bathroom at night?"

"It's winter, it's too cold, I don't want to get out of bed, cough..." Mo Xueyao chuckled sheepishly.

"By the way, is the bed dirty?"

"It seems a little wet..." Mo Xueyao's tone was particularly cautious.

"It's only a little wet? It still needs to be washed! You always know how to give me things to do!"

"I don't want to..." Mo Xueyao pouted, wet a towel with warm water, and began to carefully wipe her body.

It's mostly psychological; I feel like it's very dirty, but I do have to wash it carefully to get rid of the smell.