"Luo Chuan, are you done writing?"
Yao Ziyan had gone upstairs to pour herself a glass of juice. When she came back, she happened to see Luo Chuan stretching, the light screen before him filled with words.
Plain boiled water belonged to the realm of returning to simplicity, but juice still tasted better.
"Not writing anymore today." Luo Chuan casually dismissed the light screen. "Five times reality speed... I don't think I've worked this hard in a long time. I'm exhausted."
Writing novels was not merely a mental activity; it also consumed a great deal of willpower and physical strength.
Do not think that simply sitting there and tapping on a keyboard was easy. Only after trying it yourself would you understand certain things. Thinking, I could do that too, was simple; actually doing it was another matter entirely.
"You've worked hard."
Smiling, Yao Ziyan handed over the juice. "Want some? I just poured it."
"Mm." Luo Chuan did not refuse. After so much time, he was indeed a little thirsty.
The juice was cool and refreshing, likely chilled on purpose. He could clearly feel the bits of fruit pulp within it. The sweetness was not overly rich, with a faint tartness mixed in that whetted his appetite. Luo Chuan felt hungry.
"I'm hungry," Luo Chuan said.
"I'm hungry too." Yao Ziyan blinked.
Neither of them spoke further, and the atmosphere became somewhat strange. Several seconds later, they simultaneously turned their gazes toward the elf girl not far away, who was grinning foolishly at the projected light screen before her. Who knew what interesting plot point she had seen.
Perhaps sensing something, Anno's pointed ears twitched twice. She looked up at them in confusion, then noticed Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan staring at her.
This made the elf girl tense