Love Saint: I have a love simulator

Chapter 188 Knock on the door in the middle of the night
At night, Chen Xing was cultivating immortals in the hotel room.

As he flexibly tapped the phone with both hands, lines of words emerged in the phone.

But it turned out that after he uploaded the relevant chapters to Qidian APP's writer assistant, he also wrote on a whim on his own WPS.

Compared with the transportation of the son-in-law, this time, he is doing the original work by himself.

Chen Xing doesn't have the ability to write. The problem is that his predecessor has it. If he really wants to write with the other party, he still has a standard.

But in the past, although he had the idea and action of formal creation, he did not show real determination.

And not long ago, when he instructed Lin Zhixuan to dance, after making the other party make a huge breakthrough, he himself was deeply inspired.

I think that after he crossed the parallel world, he read novels every day to observe and emulate. At the same time, he would also purposely read some corresponding websites for targeted writing guidance.

This kind of usual effort, if you don't dig, you really don't think there is anything.

But when Chen Xing settled down and began to create seriously, good guy, he suddenly felt that he no longer took it for granted when he wrote.

All kinds of relevant knowledge are naturally applied.

And because of his concentration, he really wrote in a peak state of the original owner's previous creation.

Unknowingly, an hour or two passed. After Chen Xing stopped at the right time, he found that he had written a chapter and a half in one go, more than 3000 words.

Right now, he wanted to review the manuscript, but the problem was that at this moment, there was an unexpected knock on the door outside.

Along with the intensive knocking on the door, Sister Jing's voice came in: "Chen Xing, Chen Xing."

Hearing Sister Jing's voice, Chen Xing didn't even think about it, and went to open the door immediately.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Sister Jing who was wearing pajamas at the door with a strange expression.

Before he could make a sound, the other party suddenly threw himself into his arms.

Chen Xing just felt very confused: What is this?
Then, he thought of something, and couldn't help but look to the side, but saw someone heard the movement here, and seemed to open the door to peek at the situation.

Without thinking too much, Chen Xing closed the door while Sister Jing hugged him.

However, the door is closed, what should he do next?

Chen Xing only felt that it was difficult.

To be honest, he has never experienced such a battle.

As in the past in modern times, similar experiences have been experienced, that is, scheming girls take the initiative to throw themselves into their arms.

Generally divided into two types, one is to consider the gains and losses and take the initiative to hug, and the other is to weigh it up and feel that you can't afford to provoke it, so you can be a gentleman directly.

Sister Jing is quite special, she just belongs to the middle lot.

It's good that Chen Xing didn't think so. After thinking about it, he couldn't help looking at Sister Jing who was in his arms.

Good guy, the other party is wearing a silk suspender nightdress at this time, because of the condescending relationship, he sees through the gap in the collar.

Inexplicably, I thought of the snow-white big meat buns that grandma loved to make and was good at making.

He can eat two at a time.

A faint fragrance came from Sister Jing's hair and body, and Chen Xing only felt that his adrenal hormones were being secreted rapidly.

"Damn, if this continues, who can stand it?"

Chen Xing only felt his heart itch, but the real situation was that he couldn't be a beast. The main reason was that he was familiar with Sister Jing's state. She should have had a nightmare and suddenly became restless. Such a woman...

"By the way, sister Jing, the door of your room is still closed, right?"

Chen Xing, who was really afraid of committing a crime, came to his senses and quickly diverted his attention.

And at this time, Sister Jing also came back to her senses, she blushed when she heard what Chen Xing said, and went to open the door without saying anything.

Then, Chen Xing, who just wanted to get rid of the trouble, felt that he was owed to remind the other party what to do. The departure of Sister Jing made him feel empty.

At this moment, the sound of closing the door suddenly came from the side.

Chen Xing thought that sister Jing had gone back to his room, so he didn't think about it any more, so he planned to close his door and go back to bed to continue writing. The sister appeared in front of him again.

Chen Xing was almost startled: "Sister Jing, you?"

"I'm afraid." Sister Jing said and explained: "I just had a terrible nightmare, staying alone in the room, even with the light on, I feel gloomy, my heart is creepy, can I sleep with you? "

After finishing speaking, she was afraid that Chen Xing would misunderstand, so she explained in detail: "It's not the one who slept, it's..."

"I understand." Chen Xing interrupted directly, and then he walked straight into the room.

Seeing this, Sister Jing hesitated for a moment, then closed the door and followed into the room.

As for her hand, she has the key card of her room.

What Sister Jing never expected was that when she walked into Chen Xing's room on her heels, a coat was thrown at her: "Put this on, although it's not very useful, it's better than nothing."

Sister Jing, who subconsciously took over the jacket, stared at Chen Xing and realized her physical condition after listening to what he said. She only felt a little embarrassed, but she was indeed having a nightmare just now. Naturally, although she felt a little embarrassed, Still put on Chen Xing's coat, and then zipped it up.

Sister Jing had just put on her clothes when Chen Xing handed it over with a bottle of water.

"Thank you." Sister Jing stretched out her hand to take it, and said sincerely.

Chen Xing smiled slightly, went to the table next to him and picked up a cigarette: "Would you like one?"

"No, I don't know how to smoke."

"You can sit wherever you want." Chen Xing greeted, and while speaking, he lit a cigarette while talking.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, he went to the bed to get his mobile phone. Sister Jing glanced at it and asked curiously, "Writing a novel?"

"En." Chen Xing handed over the phone knowingly: "Do you want to take a look?"

Sister Jing said weakly: "Is this okay?"

"Compared to the embarrassment of the two of us staring at each other here, I think it would be a good thing to let you see my fresh and hot beginning."

Hearing what Chen Xing said, Sister Jing couldn't help laughing: "Should I say it or not, you are actually... quite likable."

"It's fine if you don't hate it." Chen Xing showed a warm smile to Sister Jing, making the awkward atmosphere harmonious.

Afterwards, Sister Jing sat straight at the end of the bed, took Chen Xing's mobile phone and watched his creation just now.

Compared with the Dark Essay written by the original owner, and the Banana Son-in-Law, Chen Xing's current work is a counterattack essay.

The inspiration must have come from Lin Zhixuan who suddenly broke out in the small universe. As for the genre, it is not an oriental fantasy or overhead history, nor is it a favorite entertainment, it is a weird cultivating immortal.

In short, he was influenced by the Squid Lord of Mysteries, combined with what he knew and loved, and came up with a big miscellaneous painting.

This is actually a decision made after careful consideration.

Today's readers, unlike in the past, have really tricky tastes.

It needs to be relaxed and humorous, decisive, steady like an old dog, and reckless like a dragon. It needs emotions, plots, positive energy, and lsp—in the words recognized by the authors and friends in the group: write novels Dead end!
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