What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book

Qiu Wuji watched as he deleted the scenarios where she and the protagonist had to intersect, and her gaze softened.

Maybe his initial intentions were not exactly noble… but as he said, “We can discuss it in the future,” and he was now doing just that. She didn’t think that he changed the story earlier because he was threatened by her. This time, it didn’t feel like it either. Perhaps he genuinely wanted to help her.

Chu Ge didn’t continue to adjust the plotline and started typing a new chapter.  He didn’t think there was much to revise in the plotline, and with the female lead standing behind him, if she was unsatisfied, it would just need to be changed again. Taking a day off was one thing, but if the new chapter wasn’t sent out tomorrow, it would be foolish to delay it any further.

He started writing about the plot of Qiu Wuji’s poisoning, which was a small subplot that required at least a dozen chapters to develop. The content was determined, and it wasn’t something that required much thought or emotional complexity, so it was easy to write.

Chu Ge typed quickly and was soon immersed in the story. He even forgot that Qiu Wuji was standing behind him.

Qiu Wuji stood behind him and read the words on the screen, “Qiu Wuji said lightly,” “Qiu Wuji walked away as if treading on the moon, her clothes fluttering.” These lines seemed awkward and strange to her no matter how she looked at them. She wondered if she should feel embarrassed and awkward when she had to say and do these things herself.

What if she didn’t say things lightly? What if she held down her clothes when she walked away instead of letting them flutter?

Will it have any effect? Probably not. Major events might correspond to certain things, but small details might not. Perhaps his portrayal of other people’s actions was accurate, but since she had already crossed the ‘dimensional barrier’ as Chu Ge said, her actions were not entirely under his control, and they could no longer match perfectly.

Just like what she was doing now, it wasn’t what he had written.

Seeing how focused Chu Ge was, Qiu Wuji didn’t disturb him again. She looked around the room and walked out.

There was a spare bedroom next door. Qiu Wuji remembered that she sensed someone there last time she came, but now it was empty. The remnants of someone’s life, like a water glass on the table, still remained.

Did someone move out today?

So he felt lonely? That’s why he said, “Thank you… for coming at just the right time”?

Qiu Wuji frowned. Was he so abnormal that he wanted the character in a book he wrote to accompany himself? That’s right, those perverted methods of the demonic cultivators were also all written by him. What was he even thinking? It was disgusting.

She shook her head and walked out of the spare bedroom, looking at Chu Ge’s figure writing at his desk. His usual tall and imposing figure looked a bit hunched at the moment.

He said before that he needed to write to make a living…?

…..

In the stillness of the night, the moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony into the living room. The author was writing about the female lead who standing under the moonlight, looking at him.

“Clang!” The clock on the wall pointed to midnight.

Chu Ge woke up with a start, realizing that there was a woman in his house. He turned his head to find Qiu Wuji standing quietly in the hall, watching him.

The dignified Sect Leader’s robe had been replaced by a simple moon-white warrior’s robe, which looked sharp and concise, yet even more beautiful.

Like a goddess who was supposed to be in a distant palace, descending to the mortal world.

Chu Ge’s heart skipped a beat, pretending to be calm as he spoke, “What are you doing standing there? You can find something to do on your own.”

Qiu Wuji replied calmly, “Meditating and cultivating.”

“Right, cultivators are the most patient.” Chu Ge stood up and smiled, “You standing quietly in front of the window, pondering in silence, and looking at the moon, is already the most beautiful scene in the book.”

Qiu Wuji didn’t respond to his compliment.  She knew that this guy’s beautiful writing was not for any good purpose but to satisfy his own desires.

She just asked, “What can I do on my own? Everything seems new and strange to me, and I need someone to explain things to me. Do I have to analyze everything with my spiritual power and consciousness like last time? What if I break something…”

She paused and smiled slightly, “You’re not exactly wealthy either.”

Chu Ge almost burst into tears.

No wonder she was the woman who embodied all his beautiful fantasies. Having empathy and compassion for ordinary people was the most important thing, not just being a cultivator and looking down on all living beings as if they were ants. Even if it was towards the strong, she was ruthless enough.

He didn’t know if there was such a woman in reality, but ever since she came out of his book, there was.

Chu Ge’s mood improved a bit, and after thinking for a while, he said, “To understand this world, you can do two things. First, read history books to understand the world itself. Second, watch TV dramas to understand the outside world.”

‘When I’m writing, she will be reading and watching TV. Isn’t this a bit like…um…’ Chu Ge thought shyly.

Qiu Wuji asked, “I understand reading historical books, but what’s the point of watching dramas?”

There was a television in the living room, which came with the rented apartment. When Chu Ge installed the broadband, he also received a set-top box that he and Zhang Qiren had never used. They watched videos online instead, and they didn’t watch many dramas either. Did anime count?

Chu Ge turned on the TV and was a bit at a loss as to which show to recommend.

He randomly clicked on one just to test if it worked…

As soon as he clicked it, before the theme song had even started, Qiu Wuji’s cold voice came from beside him, “Is this… ‘Reflection Mirror’?  Or is it the captivation of souls, imprisoning spirits?”

“Your imagination is really something.” Chu Ge wiped his sweat and was relieved he had written about artifacts like the “Reflection Mirror,” so it wasn’t that hard to explain. “Yes, it’s the ‘Reflection Mirror.’ It’s like preserving a performance on a theater stage and spreading it to people who are far away.”

Qiu Wuji was stunned for a moment. “This rare and precious treasure is used for such a trivial thing?”

“… Just think of it as a treasure that’s common here,” Chu Ge said.

“But the costumes shown in the ‘Reflection Mirror’ are closer to mine. Are you sure it’s the reality of this world?”

Chu Ge then noticed that this was an adaptation of a popular online novel. He couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Oops, I played the wrong one… but this is interesting for you and me because it’s like my book being adapted into a play, and we can see others playing your role.”

“I don’t want someone else to play me,” Qiu Wuji retorted. But she quickly became interested in watching the act, something that she wasn’t interested in before. She wondered how it would look like if Chu Ge’s book was adapted into a play.

However, after watching for less than three minutes, Qiu Wuji’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The opening scene of the drama was a man and a woman rolling in bed, passionately kissing and tearing off each other’s clothes. The woman’s snow-white shoulders and beautiful collarbone were exposed, and she enthusiastically responded, panting heavily.

Chu Ge was stunned and stepped back.

He never expected it to be like this. What kind of drama was this? Could the set-top box be used to watch porn nowadays?

We need to censor even a kiss in our online novels, why is this allowed?

Qiu Wuji’s voice was as cold as the frost in the midst of winter. “So, you wrote about me just for this?”