Chu Ge felt that Qiu Wuji seemed a little inclined to lure him into the book now...
He didn't know whether he was imagining it, but there seemed to be a hint of, "If the two sides become disconnected, it would be nice if you could stay in that world with me."
Although Qiu Wuji hadn't said it outright... he kept feeling it was there.
Thinking it over, there really didn't seem to be much of a problem with it, but at the very least, he would have to wait until he had cared for his parents in their old age and seen them through to the end. Naturally, Qiu Wuji would be embarrassed to say it, too.
But in fact, Chu Ge didn't think it was very likely to work.
Because once the connection was severed, he probably wouldn't be able to project himself inside either. Things wouldn't work out that conveniently.
He couldn't count on luck or let his guard down.
The two hurried out of the old alley and took the subway back to their rented apartment. Qiu Wuji fished out the little mirror to study it, while Chu Ge ducked into his room and opened the literary classic his father had left behind.
On the flyleaf, bold, vigorous handwriting in fountain pen read, "Other people write smut, and my son writes smut too, so why is there such an enormous gap in quality?"
Chu Ge: "?"
Dad, you can't compare me to literary classics. I just write easy entertainment. Aren't your standards a little too high...?
He read on.
"The main thing is, other people's descriptions are so explicit. Why doesn't my son dare?"
Chu Ge: "Fuck."
So this was an unabridged edition. What a treasure.
"As for the tangled affairs of the world, depicted as