I will never give in to Miss Death

"I am not here today for the war, but for...her."

"Half-elf...huh?"

"come in."

The sound of conversation seemed to come from a huge forest palace ahead.

You can see the rich breath of life and grass-green magical energy all around.

"Descendants of demons and elves, human, do you know what this means?"

"King of the Elves, please forgive me for being so presumptuous, but Xiaomo...she is dying. I tried my best, but she..."

"She has been wounded to such an extent that neither the Elven Tree nor the Fountain of Life can heal her."

"No... there must be a way. The elves are a race that symbolizes life. You must..."

"The key to healing her lies in you."

"Me? I...I don't understand."

"This is your long-cherished wish. When the sun sets, the moon will reflect the bright light."

"..."

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself curled up, lying against the wall of the small bed, holding the succubus pillow that Xiaomo had bought for me.

Because when I slept with Xiaomo this month, I was almost always held by that unscrupulous death god, and over time, I developed this sleeping position of curling up so that others could hold me.

"Well……"

Stretching my legs, I glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window behind the bed's computer desk.

For some reason the moon was particularly bright tonight, and the bright moonlight shone in obliquely through the gaps between the windows. Some of the moonlight fell on Xiaomo's album on the computer desk, and some fell on the small bed in the room.

As usual, I was only wearing a thin nightgown tonight.

Because I felt too hot, I didn't wear any underwear on my upper body and only wore a simple pair of blue and white panties underneath.

The air conditioner was set to silent mode and only to 23 degrees, and the whole house was silent.

The moonlight outside the window poured onto half of my calf and entire feet at the end of the bed, making this pair of originally snow-white feet inexplicably feel "sacred" and "crystal clear".

I picked up the phone from the bedside and swiped the screen as usual.

In an instant, the light from the phone screen, which seemed to be of similar brightness before going to bed, stung my eyes and made me blink several times instinctively. I subconsciously swiped to adjust the brightness and lowered the phone's backlight brightness to the lowest.

I looked at the time in the upper right corner: it was 4:20 in the morning.

As far as I can remember... this seems to be the first time I woke up at night since I became a little girl.

When I was an uncle, I rarely had a regular schedule. Even if I sometimes hardened my heart and forced myself to stay awake for 30 hours without closing my eyes, and crawled into bed at night to force my biological clock to turn back the clock, I would wake up at four or five in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep without going to the toilet or drinking a glass of water.

After living in this world again as "Yin Nuoer", such habits basically no longer exist.

At least this month, I would feel sleepy every night around 11:30 p.m., and then I would lie down on the bed with Xiaomo, playing and fighting with each other for half an hour, and at the latest I would fall asleep around 12:30 p.m.

Even if I occasionally woke up in a daze in the middle of the night because of a little breathlessness in Xiaomo's arms due to the wrong posture, I would fall asleep again quickly after adjusting my posture, and then start the next day full of energy and vitality.

This situation of "instantly regaining energy after a good night's sleep" became more and more obvious, especially after Xiaomo and I "confessed" our relationship to each other.

At the beginning, even though I had become a little girl, even though my body clock would cause me to lie down at around 10 o'clock every night and sleep till dawn, the mental recovery effect was not as obvious as it is now. It was just the vitality of my body that was restored. When I woke up the next day, I would still be anxious because I couldn't write a good novel, had no royalties, and no income, but I had a vague buffering thought that "I seem to have more ways out."

Now as my work in the coffee shop has gradually become stable, I have a steady income, and with Xiaomo's company, my previous anxiety has basically disappeared. No matter how tired I was the day before, I can be the energetic Yin Nuoer again after a good night's sleep.

It was like I had a feeling in my heart...from now on, no matter how I fall, Xiaomo will catch me firmly, and I feel very relaxed no matter what I do.

But today...

I sat up from the cot and hugged my knees.

A girl's legs are slender and tender. Especially after a month of continuous "exercise" in the coffee shop every day, my legs are no longer as chubby as they were at the beginning. Although they are still a little soft, at least when I hold them... they feel very good.

“La la la… la la la la la…”

Just now in my dream, the female voice deep in the forest sang this melody, right?

I raised my head and looked at the silvery sky outside the window.

Xiaomo is not on Earth tonight. If the things I dreamed about normally were all created by Xiaomo using the "succubus dream" to deliberately let me know about the past and present lives of some heroes, then the dream I just had... was probably a real dream.

The "hero" in the dream seemed to be carrying the dying Xiaomo to the Elf Forest.

According to legend, elves do not understand love and rarely reproduce through physical bodies like humans. Almost all elves are wandering poets and witnesses of world history.

There are also some novels that set the Elf Tree in the Elf Forest as the "World Tree", which controls the "origin" of all life in the world.

However, according to Xiaomo’s previous description, the Elf Tree in their world is not that “great”.

This melody is pretty nice though.

La la la, la la la la la…

I carefully folded the quilt, put the pillow aside, put on my bunny slippers and got out of bed.

Tomorrow is the last day off that Ouyang Xue and I have requested, so it’s okay to be a little willful.

I walked into the living room wearing soft slippers. In the quiet fragrance of flowers, I gently opened the kitchen door and looked at the boxes of milk on the cupboard.

Those milks were all bought by me before to use as "ingredients". At home, we would occasionally make some fruit latte or something like that, and the refrigerator was in the kitchen, so we simply put the milk in the kitchen and could take it out whenever we wanted to drink it.

The only downside...at least for me, is that the milk is placed very high.

I am now 1.39 meters tall, which really makes me look like a child. No one would doubt that I am a "Lolita". I am more than 20 centimeters shorter than an average adult who is 1.6 meters tall. Therefore, the kitchen top cabinet designed to be easily taken down by an adult is a bit high for me.

One or two...

Taking a deep breath in the kitchen, I jumped and tried to get the milk on the top of the cupboard.

Can't reach.

Again.

One, two, three...hey!

No, I guess I'll have to move a small stool.

With this thought in mind, I walked out of the kitchen. Before I had time to find a stool, I heard the door creak open from the second floor. Lan Jiajia, who was wearing pajamas, came out and turned on the warm light on the wall with a click. She was a little surprised to see me: "Nuo'er? What are you doing here so late?"

"I can not sleep."

I went to the living room and moved a small stool: "I want to drink some milk. I heard that if you have insomnia, drinking milk can help you fall asleep."

"You... I thought it was a stray kitten that ran into our house."

Lan Jiajia motioned me not to move the stools: "Those boxes of milk in the kitchen?"

"Yes, it's in a box. We bought it to make milk salad."

I was a little embarrassed: "I can't reach it."

"Pfft, milk doesn't actually help you sleep, but you can drink it if you want."

Walking into the kitchen, Lan Jiajia easily helped me take a box of milk from the cabinet above: "How come our energetic Nuoer is also worried?"

"I'm not worried. I just can't sleep, probably."

I took the milk: "Thank you."

"We're all family, what are you thanking me for? But you, if you can't reach it, don't put the things you use frequently so high."

Lan Jiajia patted my head as if to coax a child, and looked at Xiaomo and Gabriel's room: "Did the angel girl sleep today?"

"Hmm... I don't know."

I used the moonlight coming in from outside the kitchen to find the straw hole on the milk carton and inserted the straw in. "Sister Lan Jiajia can't sleep either?"

"I just don't have a very good sleep quality. I usually wake up at the slightest noise. If I drink too much water before going to bed, I will get up to go to the bathroom at night."

Lan Jiajia smiled and said, "Nuo'er, go back to sleep after drinking the milk. If a child doesn't sleep well, his breasts won't grow!"

"I don't care if my breasts are big or not!"

As I said that, I subconsciously looked at Lan Jiajia: "Um... Sister Lan Jiajia, I... I have a question about writing a book that I want to ask you, is that okay?"

"Questions about writing a book?"

Lan Jiajia was stunned at first, then nodded: "Well, go ahead and ask. Although I'm no longer your editor, I can still give you some simple suggestions."

"That is... if there is a novel, in which a hero rescues a princess from the devil, but is cursed by the devil... by the devil, and the hero is reincarnated on Earth. The princess inherits the hero's will out of grief and anger, kills the devil, and chases him to Earth. Because the princess is very powerful, the reincarnated hero is just an ordinary person. The princess asks the hero to enjoy a happy life in this life. The hero... what choice should the hero make?"

"Ok?"

Lan Jiajia was a little surprised after hearing this: "Nuo'er, is this your new novel? Are you not going to write the one about turning into a lesbian?"

"No, I just suddenly...suddenly had this idea. My insomnia tonight was probably due to this sudden idea. I couldn't sleep when I thought about it."

I hesitated for a moment: "That is... with this beginning, how should I write the rest?"

"Your setting is very suitable for a daily life novel."

Lan Jiajia blurted out: "Aren't there a lot of similar novels or animations, such as "Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid". Although the setting of this is a little different from yours, it is also a story about aliens and native earthlings. You just need to write it steadily according to the rhythm of daily life novels."

"Write steadily?"

I was silent for a moment. “Shouldn’t I write about the hero’s great deeds? Or… the hero is the protagonist after all. Wouldn’t it give readers the impression that he is weak if he is spoiled by the princess?”

"No, no, no, if that impression comes up, it's probably because you wrote a story about a hero being bullied and getting angry, or the novel itself is written in the style of... Soldier King or Son-in-law, you know? Those kinds of novels focus on contradictions, and deliberately magnify the contradictions and psychology between people in ordinary life."

Lan Jiajia explained, "Nuo'er, think about it. We've received quite a few customers in the coffee shop this month. Although there are a few with very bad personalities who get angry when the food is not tasty, we have always resolved the disputes easily, right? But if this kind of customer is in that kind of novel, it will be a fight to the death. The manager will come out and threaten to kill the protagonist, and the manager will fire the protagonist. In reality, it's not that exaggerated. We have a good relationship with Sister Ouyang. Even if a customer really makes trouble, it's just a matter of calling the police."

"In most cases, reality is very dull. There is no wife slapping her husband and the mother-in-law slapping him again, and then the husband shouts that he should be patient. According to the setting you just gave, there is actually no need to take the relatively mundane route. Just focus on daily life."

I thought about it and said, "Does it mean that the hero should just accept the princess's care and play the role of mascot every day, letting the princess take care of everything?"

"What's wrong with being a mascot? I want to be one but I can't, just like the mascot of a coffee shop must be Noer."

Lan Jiajia said in a positive tone: "People's lives are very tiring nowadays. Not everyone likes to read novels full of fighting and deception. It's better to keep it simple. This way, after a day of work or school, everyone can go home to check the updates, watch the heroes and princesses show their affection, and then put down their phones, go to bed and have a sweet dream, and continue to devote themselves to life and work the next day. Isn't that good?"

Well, it’s consistent with my previous concept of writing daily life novels, but... that’s not what I want to ask.

"If, I mean if..."

I mustered up my courage and said, "If this is not a novel, but a real thing, would Sister Lan Jiajia still suggest that the brave man be the princess's mascot?"

"As for the novel, I can tell you from an editor's perspective. If Nuo'er assumes that this story is true, I may not be able to answer from the public's perspective. I can only tell you my own feelings."

This time it was Lan Jiajia's turn to hesitate. She stood at the kitchen door, her back to the warm lights on the staircase wall, and paused for several seconds: "At least I will do that."

"Eh?"

"That's pretty romantic, isn't it?"

The girl in pajamas who looked like a mother smiled and said, "The hero died for the princess in his previous life. In this life, the princess helped the hero to get revenge and came back to repay her kindness. If I were the hero and knew about this, I would choose to follow the princess's arrangement because I cannot deprive others of the right to repay their kindness."

"The power to repay a favor?"

"Yes, the same is true for novels. When I was working at Miguabao, authors often reported that their books were on pirated novel websites. Many people read the pirated version, which had many typos and advertisements. They then found the author through the reader group number reserved by the author and scolded him. However, many readers read the pirated version and thought the book was good and worth supporting. They specifically found the genuine novel website to subscribe and reward him. You can't just forbid people from rewarding you, right?"

Lan Jiajia pointed to the beautiful moonlight outside the window: "Like this moon, from an astronomical point of view, it just reflects the light of the sun. The moon itself does not shine. The sun gives energy to the earth and brings light to the world. The moon is like a mascot and can only light up at night with the help of the sun's brilliance. But you can't say that the moon in this world has only the identity of a 'mascot'. The world is so big, at least I prefer the moon, even if it only lights up everything with the light of the sun."

Eh?

At Lan Jiajia's suggestion, I looked at the night sky outside the living room balcony.

The moonlight is bright and the starry sky is brilliant.

The moonlight that shines because of the sun... Everything that is lit up by the willful sunlight...

"Okay, that's a little off topic, but that's pretty much the point."

Lan Jiajia patted me on the head gently and said, "Nuo'er is a lot like me when I was a child. He loves to daydream. But in fact, the world is not that complicated. Instead of daydreaming every day, it is better to live every day well and make yourself happy. It is good to be silly. It will help you live a healthy and long life."

"Well……"

"Go to bed after you finish drinking the milk. Look at you, your hair is all messy. Xiaomo must have tortured you a lot at night."

Finally, she patted my shoulder, turned around and walked up to the second floor, turning off the small light next to the stairs: "Good night."

"Good night."

I waved in the direction of Lan Jiajia, then tore open the milk carton which had a hole left on it when it left the factory, tilted my head back, and drank the whole carton of milk in one gulp.

"..."

……

The next day, just as the sky was getting light, I woke up to the melodious ringing of my cell phone.