His face turned even redder.

And then she inexplicably thought of the time when they were in the apartment before, when he squeezed between her legs, put his arm around her waist and asked: When can I see her paintings...

At this moment, Shu Qing suddenly had an idea.

"Excuse me. Why do you like this kind of male lead?" Shu Qing walked over and pointed at the comic and asked. The two girls were startled and looked back alertly. Seeing that it was a beautiful girl, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Because he is handsome."

"Because he wants to."

"Because he's good-looking... because we're all just lickers."

"Yes, beautiful skins are all the same, but we are not afraid, we are superficial."

The two girls gave the same convincing reasons... and the bottom line was: they just wanted to see the flirtation.

Or do it.

Shu Qing nodded silently. The idea that had just flashed through her mind had now taken shape.

She asked the two, “Have you seen Shiratori's works? What do you think of her style?"

"I've seen it. Shiratori's comics are nice, but they mostly focus on realism, so it's not a waste."

"Yes, what we want to see is the kind of flirtation between men and women... the kind of love that cannot be achieved, the kind that is either exciting or sweet, the kind that can make me smile like an aunt."

"Of course, the more kisses, hugs, and lifts the better!"

The two girls became interested and began to explain to her the difference between comics and cartoons... Shu Qing listened attentively.

I have to say that working in isolation is sometimes not advisable.

After going out and listening to readers' opinions, I suddenly felt enlightened.

After leaving the bookstore, Shu Qing returned to his apartment, opened the website, and registered a new pen name.

Then, a new story began.

At ten o'clock in the evening, when Bo Jingxing came back, the lights in the living room were dimmed and she was curled up on the bed in the bedroom.

The orange bedside lamp was on, and the light softly shone on her face. She was drawing something on the digital screen in her hand and didn't notice him coming in at all.

Bo Jingxing watched for a while and was about to leave to take a shower when he heard her murmur softly, "My waist is good, my kidneys are good, and my life is good..."

He paused, turned around, and turned back in an instant.

"Qingqing, maybe we should talk about your evaluation of me and this matter..."

Shu Qing shuddered, thinking of the voice call that Yaya made to her in the morning...it was on speakerphone.

Her evaluation of him was that he had a good waist, good legs, and could work better...

Thinking of this, Shu Qing wished he could disappear right there and then.

But when she saw that Bo Jingxing was clearly going to settle the score, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Doctor Bo, actually, we were just making this up, don't take it seriously..."

Don't take it seriously?

Bo Jingxing thought of what Yaya said, saying that they might be talking about other men.

Another man?

Bo Jingxing just put himself in that situation and felt a little jealous.

"Ms. Shu, I heard that you've been telling people that I have a healthy waist and good sex life?"

Bo Jingxing was slowly unbuttoning his clothes.

It was clearly a very calm slow motion, but Shu Qing could see complete desire in him.

She couldn't help swallowing... Thinking of the little boy she had just drawn, she suddenly felt a little guilty.

He gritted his teeth and said, "No, I, I didn't... Doctor Bo, please listen to my explanation."