A fragrance of heart lingered in the air, just like her feelings for him.
The passing time, the newly built courtyard, every detail proved she had been here, and he had certainly come too.
Ruan Ning frantically ran through streets and alleys, eagerly looking at every passing man. She used to be homebound, going out only once or twice a month, but now she wanted to traverse the entire world to find Chu Yuan.
Days passed, and she never found Chu Yuan. Online and in reality, she left her information everywhere, repeating, “A Yuan, no matter life or death, always together.”
As night fell after thirty days, she sat beneath the “Bian Xiang” plaque, softly crying.
Chu Yuan was about to disappear, and she would have to time travel again. In both fantasy and reality, they had failed to keep their promise of being together forever. The night wind grew colder, and Ruan Ning was heartbroken.
“Ning Ning,” a familiar voice suddenly spoke, warm hands gently holding her shoulders. Familiar eyes filled with a smile looked at her, “It’s me.”
He had come.
Shang Mian had never seen such a scene before. The massive whirlpool was pitch black, without a hint of light, like a monster’s mouth devouring everything around it, making him think that jumping in would mean certain death.
But he still jumped in without hesitation.
If living meant never seeing her again, what difference would death make?
He fell into endless darkness, so black he couldn’t even see himself, unable to feel the passage of time. After an indeterminate period, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: “Damn, my phone is completely ruined. All my novels are gone.”
Ruan Ning!
Shang Mian’s tears gushed forth as he swam towards the voice. He then heard a man’s voice: “Be good, don’t be upset. I’ll buy you the best one online.”
Shang Mian stopped, unable to recover for a long time, then gave a bitter smile. He suspected she would live well without him.
Should he continue searching for her?
Shang Mian hesitated briefly before swimming towards the voice. Even if she had another man, he had to see how she was doing.
Her voice guided him, and the darkness thinned, with a faint light emerging. Shang Mian leaped joyfully towards it, breaking out of the darkness, but his physical body disappeared, leaving only his consciousness.
He saw a strange woman and an unfamiliar man. The woman’s face was new to him, but her voice was exactly the same.
Shang Mian felt momentarily desperate.
After traversing heaven and earth, he still hadn’t found Ruan Ning. However, he noticed the strange woman’s movements matched his memories of her and heard the man call her “Ning Ning.”
Shang Mian’s blood boiled. Could it be her? The man embraced her intimately, whispering in her ear. She giggled, tweaking his ear and saying, “Pervert!” Shang Mian recalled she had once said this to him, and he had never heard anyone else use that word.
Was it her? Was that man Lin Jie? Shang Mian was consumed by jealousy. She had left him to find Lin Jie, while he had been searching for her.
If he still had his body, he would have rushed to confront the man. But now, as a consciousness floating in the air, he could only watch helplessly.
Suddenly, the man turned and glanced in his direction, a subtle smile in his eyes. Shang Mian felt himself being drawn toward him and struggled futilely before rushing into the man’s body, becoming one with him.
Meanwhile, Ruan Ning concentrated on selecting a phone on her computer screen. Her previous phone had malfunctioned after falling into water, and she had planned to use it longer. However, she accidentally kicked it last night, smashing it against the window frame.
When she woke up, it was completely shattered, forcing her to buy a new one.
“Chu Yuan, how about this one?” she asked, looking at a model.
“Ning Ning,” a low voice came from behind her, followed by cold hands cupping her face, “Does my empress still remember me?”
Ruan Ning shivered. Who?
Chapter 132: Extra Two: Perky-Bottomed Tender Boy
Ruan Ning felt that the story she was writing might cause a small sensation, which made her quite pleased. The only trouble was that she had to write it behind Chu Yuan’s back.
This time, she used him as the prototype for the male lead and secretly gave him the nickname: Perky-Bottomed Tender Boy. To avoid detection, she registered a new account unrelated to her previous ones.
Surprisingly, this new account achieved V-level status in its first week. For Ruan Ning, accustomed to failure, this was an unprecedented achievement.
The story, “Perky-Bottomed Tender Boy,” follows a new supermodel who meets the female lead during a fashion show, leading to a life of being cold-faced in public but uninhibited in the bedroom.
Perhaps due to her experiences with Chu Yuan, Ruan Ning, who once struggled with writing steamy scenes, had become quite adept at it.
If it weren’t for the current internet crackdown, she would have crowned herself the goddess of writing.
Although her transmigration journey’s benefits were still half-dead, unexpectedly mastering writing skills and acquiring a powerful man made Ruan Ning feel the journey was worthwhile.
If Chu Yuan saw this story, he would definitely guess it was written by her. Some details were adapted from their interactions, and she often called Chu Yuan “perky bottom.”
Chu Yuan becoming a model was unexpected. Who would have thought a character set as a gloomy murderer would become a successful model? A critic described him as “having a killer aura,” which Ruan Ning found insightful.
Indeed, when Chu Yuan walked the runway, it felt like a killing intent rushing toward you. His promotional photos pierced into people’s hearts, making fans’ hormones surge.
Ruan Ning’s work was well done, and Chu Yuan did not discover her plotting behind his back, but readers sensed something was brewing.
“I always feel like the male protagonist’s prototype is Chu Yuan; the description of appearance and personality is exactly the same!” a reader commented.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and countless people quickly followed suit:
“I have the same feeling! Especially the fashion week runway; it’s basically a live reenactment! My adrenaline has been constantly surging!”
“The idol can earn extra money; I’m going to write too! Chu Yuan is mine!”
Ruan Ning rolled her eyes dramatically, thinking about the fantasies people had. She wished they could see how their idol would be submissive to her.
When Ruan Ning returned home, Chu Yuan was already there, laughing at his phone. He waved at her: “I found a super funny little yellow text; come and see!”
Ruan Ning looked up to the sky, thinking it was ridiculous. The guy who does real-life PY in the bedroom still needed to read yellow text for stimulation? She ignored him and went to hang up her clothes, but he suddenly embraced her from behind, throwing her onto the sofa. He pressed against her and laughed, “It’s really funny! I’ll read you a section.”
He cleared his throat and began: “His voice contained desire, his long fingers somewhat awkwardly unbuttoning the collar near her collarbone.”
Ruan Ning curled her lips, wondering what kind of yellow text this was—she drove cars much more smoothly than this.
“He supported her waist and suddenly began to gallop, nearly knocking her unconscious with his savage plundering…” Chu Yuan laughed, his warm breath blowing on her neck, causing a tingling sensation.
Ruan Ning suddenly felt an ominous familiarity with the passage… something she wrote?
She struggled to turn over to grab his phone and check if it was her “Perky Butt Tender Male,” but Chu Yuan pressed her down, rendering her immobile. He continued reading: “‘It’s very hot down there, let me warm you up.'”
Ruan Ning let out a moan; it was indeed her “Perky Butt Tender Male,” and she’d been discovered!
