Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

When Zou Yanzhi saw him on the first floor, he was stunned at first and then walked over. He thought Si Mo was still resting, after all, he was exhausted last night.

"How long have you been awake?" He put down the computer, sat down next to Si Mo, ruffled his hair, and said softly.

I don’t know if it’s because he takes good care of his hair or because of his natural hair quality, but Editor Si’s hair is extremely soft, and the chestnut color it’s dyed sets off his skin tone extremely well. The last time I blow-dried his hair, he looked like a little golden retriever from that angle, and Zou Yanzhi can’t let it go.

Si Mo tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Hmm... about half an hour."

"What were you just doing...? Do you have any new ideas?"

He asked very cautiously, without even saying it out loud, trying to avoid Zou Yanzhi's sensitivity.

After observing for the past few days, Si Mo discovered that Zou Yanzhi seemed to have an instinctive aversion to writing. Perhaps it was because too many people urged him to do so, or it could be that he put pressure on himself. Every time he mentioned this matter, his face looked unhappy.

Besides, Zou Yanzhi is still ill, and the patient's mood is directly linked to his condition. Before he can think of a way to extend his life, it is best not to let Zou Yanzhi have major emotional ups and downs.

Because of this, even though they all knew that editor-in-chief Mu Yun had urged them many times, Si Mo never shared the pressure with Zou Yanzhi and always covered it up with vague words.

The way they get along with each other seems to have automatically ignored the relationship between author and editor. They are just each other's boyfriend, having a simple and happy love affair.

But even if he didn't say it, Zou Yanzhi would understand it.

There were several times when Si Mo was on the balcony talking to the editor-in-chief on the phone and was overheard by Zou Yanzhi. He was silent for a long time and thought for a long time.

The editor-in-charge took the initiative to propose that he would be the only one responsible. That was a decision he made after working, risking his fame and fortune.

There has been no news in the past few days. It seems that Yan Wenzhong has fallen out with Si Mo, saying that if Zou Yanzhi does not submit the manuscript within 20 days, Muyun Literary Society will have to announce the termination of the contract. At the same time, as his exclusive editor, Si Mo will also be dismissed.

Thinking of this, Zou Yanzhi's eyes dimmed slightly, and he hummed softly: "I do have some new ideas, and I hurriedly wrote them down this morning. But it's still a draft, and if I decide to continue writing, there will definitely be major changes later."

Si Mo looked at him eagerly. Zou Yanzhi pursed his lips and clearly noticed the light hidden in the boy's eyes. He hesitated and said, "Do you want to see it?"

Si Mo was happy not because he could report to the editor-in-chief, but because Zou Yanzhi was willing to take up writing again, which proved that his mentality was not negative.

And it’s not the product of an outline urged by others, but he himself is willing to create a new story... This is a good phenomenon.

"I do." He nodded and said frankly.

"it is good."

As his editor, Si Mo was obliged to review the manuscript and correct typos and punctuation marks. Zou Yanzhi turned the computer to face Si Mo, and then sat directly behind him, acting as a human pillow to press on Si Mo's shoulders and sore waist.

The first version of the document was opened in front of the two of them, but Zou Yanzhi's eyes suddenly became dazed, and a bit of unnaturalness flashed across his face. It was as if he wanted him to see it, but he also didn't want him to see it, which was very contradictory.

Zou Yanzhi dragged the mouse, his fingers had distinct joints and he controlled the strength of the massage just right. After a while, Si Mo leaned on him as if he had no bones, and a comfortable sigh came out of his nose, like a kitten having its fur stroked.

The atmosphere was quiet and casual, and time passed by minute by minute. There was no human voice in the huge living room, and it was occasionally accompanied by the crisp sliding and clicking of the mouse. Si Mo read the first draft of about 20,000 words very carefully, but felt that something was not right.

"...Is that it?" He hesitated, turned around and looked at Zou Yanzhi. At that moment he keenly caught the evasion and excitement in Zou Yanzhi's eyes.

“Ah, I said it was a first draft.”

The editor read it again in disbelief, his eyes slightly widened: "What did you write?!"

"Of the 20,000-word text, I only found 200 words that could be kept."

"..."

Si Mo found a small amount of plot in a large number of H-novels. The instigator behind him remained calm and said, "I already said it's a first draft. We need to revise it later..."

"I wrote this version only for you."

Every word is like the devil whispering in your ear.

This is simply a piece of junk literature disguised as a suspense story, and Si Mo can see that the two protagonists in it are him and Zou Yanzhi.

Not to mention that the standards of online writing are no longer as strict as they used to be, even the content below the neck needs to be carefully considered, and you might be caught in a tea party one day. Moreover, for a famous writer like Zou Yanzhi, all his books have to be published, and the review is even more stringent.

Si Mo's entire body felt numb from his back to his coccyx. Zou Yanzhi's thin lips seductively grasped his emerald earlobe and twisted it with his pearly teeth.

He was shackled by a force and couldn't push it away. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zou Yanzhi, what kind of inspiration is this..."

"Speaking of this." Hearing this, Zou Yanzhi immediately became serious again. His behavior was completely different from the gangster just now, but his words and actions were...

"I should thank you too. If it weren't for last night—" He paused and leaned over: "You know, Momo, you are really attractive."

After a long period of repression, sometimes pleasurable sex can stimulate people's brain nerves in a special way.

Zou Yanzhi had already tested it last night and found that he and Si Mo were very compatible in all aspects.

"Stop joking." Si Mo pushed him away with all his strength and did not dare to look back, as that would surely let Zou Yanzhi notice that he was blushing.

He pointed at the computer and said, "Zou Yanzhi, tell me the truth, is there a second version besides this one?"

Since this article was written specifically for him to read, it is impossible that Zou Yanzhi stayed in the study for such a long time and only wrote such a small amount of material.

"I think so. What's the matter? Is my version not well written? You don't like it?" Zou Yanzhi shrugged and said dissatisfiedly in a questioning tone.

"If you write on a certain website, the readers there will definitely like it!"

Si Mo dragged the mouse to close the document page, as if looking at it any longer would make him blush and his heart beat fast: "I want to see another draft, that's normal!"

But who would have thought that he would happen to scan the name given to this document by Zou Yanzhi, a document with his own name on it...

Si Huli was even more ashamed. Zou Yanzhi could actually remember the details of what happened at that time so clearly, and he even described it in words in great detail the next day. It was really hard for him!

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