Traveling through the world of the book, but there seem to be too many heroines

"Look at what a mess you wrote."

Yukihara Rinko blushed.

The old lady editor just sighed, raised her reading glasses on her nose, and spoke earnestly.

"Rinko, we've known each other for almost twenty years, right?"

"Ah."

From the time she started contributing to her work at the age of fourteen until now, the old lady in front of her has always been her editor. Rinko even remembers that she attended the wedding banquets of her two children when they were promoted from primary school to junior high school, until they got married, and then had children...

"How about you go get to know a real boy first, a real, living boy who likes you."

"..."

After seeing the old editor off, Rinko felt extremely aggrieved.

But what the other party said does make sense, that is, how can you write well about something you have never experienced?

and so.

After thinking about it for the whole afternoon at home, Yukihara Rinko suddenly got excited and ran to find Chen Ran.

Since Xiao Ran is the only person he likes, he can only ask him to do it.

Yukihara Rinko thought so.

But the words are on the tip of my tongue, how do I start?

[Xiao Ran, please be my boyfriend. Because of the writing needs, Xiao Ran can do whatever he wants to me during the writing period... Of course, you can also do that after the writing is finished...]

It's weird no matter how you think about it!!

It would be strange if this wasn't considered hentai!!!

then what should we do?

Looking at Chen Ran's back as he sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, Yukihara Rinko was extremely nervous.

I was really impulsive just now and ran next door to call Xiaoran to my house, but I had no idea what to do next.

The gurgling sound of the boiling tea gradually rose along with the woman's body temperature and breathing.

Fortunately.

The sound of the news coming from the living room was not enough to make the strange sound made by Yukihara Rinko heard by Chen Ran.

It can't be that direct...

Rinko Yukihara rationally thought that she should not be so impulsive.

But you can “take it slow.”

such as.

In my own novel.

In one of the scenes, the heroine invites the young hero next door to her home. As a result, the heroine can't help but secretly look at the other's back and starts to reward herself.

And Rinko Yukihara is now planning to recreate this scene.

After you actually feel it, write it down!

As for why there is such a twisted, strange, and even hentai plot...

This is literature, literature!!

Do you know what literary writing is? ! !

If it wasn't weird and twisted, how could I write about my love for Xiao Ran? !

Moreover.

That's exactly what I thought...

!!!

【So-called writing.】

【It means the author faces his own heart directly.】

Yukihara Rinko thought so firmly.

He poured the brewed black tea into the porcelain cup, gritted his teeth, and walked to Chen Ran with trembling hands, struggling to support his legs which were already starting to feel weak.

"Xiao Ran...you...have some tea first."

"it is good."

Taking the teacup, Rinko Yukihara saw the boy's calm and handsome face and he smiled faintly at her.

Followed.

Her heart also began to tremble.

Woo! ! !

This kind of indescribable feeling, indeed, you won’t understand it unless you practice it!

"Auntie has something else to do, please sit for a while..."

"Hmm? Do you need help, Ms. Rinko?"

“No, no need!!”

Rinko Yukihara hurried back to the kitchen.

The absurd story in the novel suddenly became something she had to do in reality, and it seemed as if Rinko Yukihara's brain was temporarily suffocating due to lack of oxygen.

But there was a voice in her heart that kept urging her to do it.

Standing in front of the stove, in the semi-open kitchen, one could just see Chen Ran's back as she sat on the sofa.

The pure white light from the living room fell on the boy's ordinary short black hair.

With his shoulders covered in a black short-sleeved shirt.

Rinko Yukihara pretended to continue boiling water so that the steam would rise and conceal her figure in the kitchen.

That's what's written in the novel.

[I looked at the back of the young man in the house, like a towering mountain hidden in the smoke, solid and broad, and my hands began to unconsciously reach into the hem of his skirt...]

No, that's not right, I'm not wearing a skirt today!

Yukihara Rinko discovered that there were big problems with the description in her original book from the very beginning!!

more importantly.

With the mist and everything, I couldn't see Xiao Ran's back at all. How could I...

!!!

really.

What the hell were those things I wrote before!!!

Chapter 50: Literary creation requires the author to face his inner self (Part 2)

I want to see Xiaoran more clearly!

After practicing.

Only then did Rinko Yukihara realize how childish the "scene" she had imagined was, and it turned out to be just as the editor had said.

【Creation must never deviate from reality.】

huff huff huff.

He quickly turned off the gas and stopped pretending to boil water.

Rinko started thinking, wondering if she needed to pretend to do something in the kitchen, and that she had to do it with just one hand?

It seems unimaginable.

Whether it's cooking, rice, or cleaning...anything you do in the kitchen requires the use of your hands, right?

Sure enough, the plot I imagined in the book before had obvious logical loopholes! !

But it happened at this time.

As the author, Rinko Yukihara's mind works very quickly.

Since [while pretending to cook in the kitchen, looking at the back of the beloved boy as a reward for myself... or something! ]

It doesn't make sense logically.

Then.

Just change your thinking and change the "scene"!

Take a deep breath.

The mature and plump woman, wearing an everyday floral dress, immediately began to walk quietly towards Chen Ran.

All the way to the back of the sofa where the boy was sitting.

In the living room of Rinko Yukihara's house, the sofas are not placed against the wall, but are placed around the coffee table in the middle of the room to imitate the atmosphere of an old salon.

Many literary friends sat around the fireplace, drinking coffee, smoking cigars, and discussing any metaphysical creative topics from ancient times to the present.

Although……

amount.

It has been almost two months since Yukihara Rinko moved here. Apart from the old editor whom she had known for more than ten years, the only person who came to visit her home was Chen Ran - obviously, she did not have any friends in the real sense.

But none of this matters!

The important thing is.

Because the sofa was placed in the middle of the living room, Xuehara Rinko could kneel down and lie on the back of the sofa, with her pretty and charming little face leaning not far from Chen Ran.

At the same time, just stretch out one hand and pretend to support your head on the back of the sofa.

"Xiao Ran, is the black tea delicious?"

"Eh?"

Apparently he didn't notice that she was behind him. Rinko Yukihara saw the handsome face of the boy who was slightly turned to the side. His indifferent, always downcast eyes made her heart suddenly tighten and she couldn't breathe for a moment.

So close……

Too close too close too close too close!!!

Screaming like this in my heart.

The hand of Xueyuan Rinko hidden behind the sofa had slowly lifted up the hem of her skirt, and then slowly began to move along her cold skin...

"Xiao Ran has been to school recently."

"Ah."

"Still in the first year of high school?"

"Yes, I'm still in the first year of high school."

Then we have to wait at least three years before getting married?

Although theoretically, you can get married at 18, but marrying a high school student is too weird no matter how you look at it!!

Thinking like this.

Rinko Yukihara felt that her body was extremely strange.

Because of being too nervous, I began to feel cold involuntarily, and even started to emit a slow chill like an air conditioner.

But sticky fingertips.

But it was unreasonably hot.

It was not the kind of scalding heat, but warm, just like a heavy, wet rain that suddenly fell under the scorching sun, soaking my entire body in an instant.

That steamy, natural, sticky, hot smell.

It always makes people feel dizzy.