Actually, a long time ago, Qiu Wuji had absolutely no interest in the pig-shaped pillow.
It was Chu Ge's original pillow.
The first time Chu Ge wanted her to stay, she painstakingly tidied up the second bedroom, made the sheets and pillows, and then placed what she thought was the only presentable item she owned—a cute pillow—on top, hoping to entice Qiu Wuji to think it was a place to live…
At that time, Qiu Wuji looked at the pig-shaped pillow and thought she lacked that kind of childlike innocence, showing no interest whatsoever.
Of course, she still stayed, but that was for understanding the world and exploring reality, and had nothing to do with the pillow.
Back then, Qiu Wuji never imagined she would now be so "childlike," not only carrying that little pig around every day, but now even enjoying playing with it.
Watching the two little pigs kissing, it was like seeing one Chu Ge and one Qiu Qiu.
Yes, that was originally Chu Ge, and the new one is Qiu Qiu.
How cute they are kissing.
Actually, Qiu Wuji was quite interested in the two new spatial techniques Chu Ge had learned. She felt she could learn them too, and they would be very helpful for her own interdimensional travel.
Spatial techniques are important methods for everyone.
However, she didn't ask Chu Ge to teach her the profound secrets. In traditional ancient understanding, this was a "family tradition" of the Chu family, and casually prying into it was taboo. But what could she do if she really wanted to learn? She could only use her charm to drive Chu Ge away.
Fine, time to write my autobiography.
Qiu Wuji, carrying two little pigs, returned to her room in a good mood. Both were mine!
After opening the document and writing for less than an hour, Qiu Wuji's mood soured again.
An hour has passed. How many words are there?
Are they three hundred?
I'm stuck again.
Why is it so difficult!
Fine, I'll go to sleep.
Uh, no, Qiu Wuji, you're a master who roams the world, how can you be afraid of difficulties! Your master is next door, go ask him! It's just a shoulder massage.
Qiu Wuji, her mind a jumble of unsure whether to tease him or ask about his writing, first made herself a cup of tea, then entered Chu Ge's room with a forced smile.
Chu Ge was furiously typing away. He'd saved up some drafts yesterday and was bursting with energy for another 10,000-word update today, just a few hundred words left to finish this chapter.
A fragrant breeze wafted around her, and a cup of tea sat beside her.
Chu Ge paused typing, reached out and grabbed Qiu Wuji's hand, giving it a quick kiss.
It's so good to have confirmed our relationship!
Qiu Wuji pouted, feeling like she'd been offered up and taken advantage of… Oh well, they're boyfriend and girlfriend now.
She smiled again, leaning close to Chu Ge's ear: "Master~"
Chu Ge shuddered, goosebumps rising on his skin. His mind finally snapped out of his work, and he turned to Qiu Wuji, smiling: "Stuck on writer's block again?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"What's wrong?"
Eh, so straightforward? No need for a shoulder massage? Or does that mean the kiss on the hand counts?
Qiu Wuji hurriedly said, "When I write about fights, the more important and intense kind... the old way was to have a poem dedicated to the battle..."
Chu Ge: "Emmmm..."
"I know I can't write like that anymore! And then?"
"Actually, there were some very exciting fights written before, not necessarily in poetry... I know, you wanted to recreate them realistically because they happened in real life, so you felt the descriptions were dry and difficult to write, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Qiu Wuji fawned, massaging his shoulders: "Master is so amazing." Chu Ge was delighted and considered for a while before saying: My advice is to forget about the actual fight, like how you reacted to that sword strike from the enemy, what you thought about, what your next move was—don't worry about that… If you try to recreate those things, it'll just feel dry." Gu: "Do I have to fabricate my autobiography?"
"Not exactly fabricate, but more about detail… You can skip those details and use atmosphere or imagery to create a better ambiance; that suits your writing style better. For example… you could try the style of Gu Long, or the more abstract style of Huang Yi; figure out which suits you better." Qiu Wuji thought for a moment: "So, I'm still writing a modern book…" "You haven't read enough."
"Yes." Chu Ge said, "Before, I read books to understand the world; now I read books to learn writing. Even the perspective is different now. Read more, and you'll naturally gain something." Qiu Wuji nodded thoughtfully, his feigned shoulder massage turning into a real one, and laughed, "Master is still reliable." Chu Ge sighed, "Speaking of this alone, I'm not that reliable. At least I can't teach anything very specific. I'll still have you read works by famous authors. To be honest, I'm relatively weak in this area myself. On the contrary, your foundation is better than mine. I feel you'll be much better at writing than me in the future… I'm just a lazy bum." "Food."
"Pah! Others can say that about you, but you're not allowed to say it yourself. My father is a good-for-nothing, what am I?" Qiu Wuji tightened her grip on his shoulder. "If we're talking about surpassing your master, I feel your strength will definitely exceed mine in the future. At least right now, I don't have that portable space you're using." Chu Ge let out a "Huh?" "Why does that sound a bit sour?"
"Sour about what?" Qiu Wuji retorted, "If you're so capable, then beat me! I've said it before, when you can beat me..."
"We'll get married?" Qiu Wuji's words caught in his throat.
Actually, when he first said he could beat her, he meant he could be flirtatious, like kissing her. Back then, this clone couldn't stop him, what could he do?
But now, they kiss freely.
So… it seems to really mean that once you defeat him, you can take things to the next level… Qiu Wuji's face began to flush, and he forced himself to say, "Anyway, you don't know when you'll be able to defeat me, so why think so much? Go back to writing." Chu Ge suddenly said, "That method of utilizing space… it's like this…" Qiu Wuji's hand, which was massaging his shoulders, stopped, and he listened intently as Chu Ge slowly explained the secrets of space manipulation.
That space, which was originally imperceptible to ordinary people, seemed to begin to become analyzable, like layers of glass.
For Qiu Wuji, who already knew some key points and could break boundaries, teleport, and flash, it was like opening the door to a new world, answering many of his previous questions.
"You..." Qiu Wuji said with some difficulty, "You really gave me your mother's unique secret technique?"
"Hmm? What's with the 'unique' stuff... You're just being stubborn and refusing to let me give you anything. Otherwise, I could just add something: Qiu Wuji has been in seclusion researching spatial techniques and has made great progress. Suddenly you know everything, and you can teach me later." Chu Ge smiled. "I won't give you anything now, but we'll teach you, no problem, right?"
Qiu Wuji stared blankly at his smiling face, and whispered, "Hey, this makes it even harder for you to beat me."
Chu Ge reached out and covered her hand on his shoulder. "That's not important. You need this, that's what's important."
Qiu Wuji froze for a few seconds, her eyes flashing, then suddenly turned Chu Ge's head and kissed him fiercely.
Chu Ge's eyes widened: "Mmm..."
Qiu Wuji stood up straight with satisfaction, humming, "Little Gezi, your loyalty is commendable, this is your reward."
Chu Ge was both amused and exasperated, and tried to pull her into his arms.
But she failed. Qiu Wuji had already dodged far away, grinning, "See if you regret it." Chu Ge rolled his eyes, saying nothing.
Qiu Wuji leaned closer again, giving him a light, fleeting kiss on the cheek, and said softly, "I'm almost at my limit, it's time to go back to the world in the book. Tonight..."
She paused, somewhat hesitantly saying, "If you want to use my stockings or something, just... just use them... I allow it..."
"Huh?" Chu Ge's eyes widened. Qiu Wuji had already dashed back to her room.
"Qiu Wuji! What the hell are you thinking?!" Chu Ge chased after her angrily, but Qiu Wuji had vanished without a trace.
The rest of her clothes were still wrapped in the blanket, except for a pair of stockings deliberately sticking out, as if to say, "These are from what I was wearing, original scent."
Chu Ge just wanted to jump into the book and drag this girl out.
Is this what I wanted?!