My name was Lin Zhu. I was twenty-six, a wage slave, and I wrote in my spare time.
My main subject was spicing up stories about love between men and women. But the damn censors didn't seem to understand my art, and one of my works never made it online.
They said my content was vulgar. What, were they always getting off or something?
So I could only switch to another platform, but things still didn't go smoothly.
The byd platform got reported and shut down. The website was gone.
All I'd written about was a little fun between husband and wife.
Having the husband play a sweaty mechanic at an auto shop, a professor who gave you private lessons after class, the neighbor next door who watered his plants every morning in nothing but a tight tank top, a doctor giving you a physical, a high-priced divorce lawyer offering one-on-one consultations, a hormone-fueled virgin student thirsting for knowledge, a plumber who came to fix your pipes...and so on. That was all.
In the latest chapter, the heroine in her drafts was already planning to have her husband pursue her younger sister, making him play her brother-in-law for an extra thrill.
Once the heat died down, she could post it all at once.
Lin Zhu was very empathetic. As the saying went, "A fine article comes naturally, and inspiration strikes the deft hand by chance." So when she got deep into writing, she couldn't pull herself away. It was only natural that her deft hand would get a little wet.
In any case, she needed to use the bathroom first.
It was very late at night, and everyone had already gone to bed.
Lin Zhu, still in her pajamas, reached the bathroom just as someone came out.
Jiang Linyuan.
She