Huang Lifeng: Oh? There is something else! It seems that I misunderstood you, hahaha!

Xu Guiyue: What's going on? How can we talk about these low-level fun tonight?

Huang Lifeng: Humph! Didn’t you mention the underwear and socks first?

Xu Guiyue: Then you can take advantage of the issue...

Huang Lifeng: Well!

Xu Guiyue: Okay, that’s all for this, don’t talk about the word “underwear” anymore.

Huang Lifeng: OK! Whoever talks about the word "underwear" is the puppy!

Xu Guiyue gave a helpless expression, and then typed again without waiting for Huang Lifeng to speak-

Xu Guiyue:... Actually, I said that writing novels at night is the best way to pass the time.

Huang Lifeng: Didn’t I tell you a long time ago? Even if he is waiting for him until the second half of the night, you can write until the second half of the night! I heard many author friends say that writing novels in the second half of the night is the most inspiring. In fact, many people are still writing novels in the second half of the night. I heard a netizen say that in one of the author groups he is in, I didn’t know whether it was two o’clock in the morning or three o’clock. An author friend said on a whim, "A friend who is still writing books at this time will say "Wow! It’s a thrilling, and even the avatars of many diving authors "light up"...

After hearing Huang Lifeng say this, Xu Guiyue couldn't help but feel a little touched. How can people who have never written novels understand the feeling of making happiness in suffering?

Huang Lifeng: Hey! Why don’t you talk again?

Xu Guiyue: I was thinking, I might really plan to write a novel again.

Huang Lifeng: Then just write it! Writing novels is not shameful.

Xu Guiyue: Ha! When I was a child, I felt that writing novels was shameful, and no one in my family supported me, which made me want to write them secretly.

Huang Lifeng: But now the times are different. With the rapid development of online literature, the low threshold of online platforms has made everyone have the opportunity to be a writer, and their dreams are no longer so illusory... Uh! Don’t say anything about winning those international literary awards. In fact, relying on the VIP on the website, there are still some people who have annual salary of one million!

Xu Guiyue: You are talking about the great masters who write fantasy fairy tales or urban superpowers, right?

Huang Lifeng: Hey! There are many female reporters who have subscribed to more than 10,000 yuan, okay? Sister Guiyue, I actually encourage you! You have a good writing style, it would be a pity to give up on this. As for me, it will be impossible in this life anyway.

Xu Guiyue: Oh! I know, you gave up everything for your husband! (It's a bit hilarious)

Huang Lifeng: I won’t compete with you for this verbal cheapness. If you insist on saying this, then that’s right!

Xu Guiyue: Tsk tsk! Still don’t tell yourself! Uh--To be honest, your husband is still as unbearable as ever, right? Hehe!

Huang Lifeng's face turned red immediately. She also knew that even if Xu Guiyue couldn't see it at this time (because the two were not video chatting), she could guess her shame.

Huang Lifeng: Let’s not talk about this for the time being tonight! He is in my room now.

Xu Guiyue: Frightened!

She instantly stuck out her tongue at the computer screen.

Xu Guiyue: Then forget it, let’s stop talking tonight! Don’t ruin your good things.
Chapter completed!