In the real world, Qiu Wuji hid in her room drawing, inwardly whimpering with regret.
She, too, realized she had opened Pandora's Box. What if that rascal Chu Ge thought this was what she wanted and started churning out little essays, using this method to conquer Sect Master Qiu outright? What would she do then?
Qiu Wuji did not want to fall for him this way at all.
It was all because she had been moved for a moment earlier and thought he was so good. She had wanted her true self to treat him a little better, too, but could not swallow her pride, so she had come up with this rotten idea. What was she supposed to do now? If he kept writing, even her true self might end up in his bed without knowing what had happened. There was simply no resisting a plot imposed by the Heavenly Dao!
Qiu Wuji carefully opened her door and peered into Chu Ge's room, only to discover that he had already closed the side-story document and started writing the main story.
Qiu Wuji paused. Seemingly understanding what he was thinking, she lost her worried, regretful expression. Leaning against the doorframe, she watched his back as he diligently typed, her shimmering eyes filled with tenderness.
He had allocated only a little spark of awareness to this body for writing; all that remained otherwise was instinct. In other words, even his instincts did not want to obtain her by such means, and had put a stop to it outright.
He really was wonderful.
In the World Within the Book, what Chu Ge called facing the wall was actually studying the stone carvings of Qiu Wuji's insights into swordsmanship in her own secluded cultivation chamber.
Before they had come to know each other,