The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

The watery apricot eyes are filled with the dazzling Milky Way.

"Teacher Qibai, have you ever heard of a saying in the Internet literary circle?" She knelt down half-kneeling and leaned towards Mo Qibai little by little while exhaling like blue.

His body suddenly stiffened and his head became chaotic.

But Luo Liyan's voice was like a sound of nature, passing through the impetuosity and chaos, echoing in his ears.

“Isn’t it true that an author who has never given up on his mistakes and has never finished badly is not a qualified good author?”

Mo Qibai's eyes darkened.

"Are you educating me?"

"Is there any?" Luo Liyan's voice lost its laziness and became crisp.

"Yeah!" Mo Qibai responded softly, with a hint of joking in his eyes, "You're telling me that I can give up now!"

Damn it!

The smile on Luo Liyan's face suddenly froze there, and her whole body was like a beeping dog.

He really has enough to learn and apply!

But who has an income of at least six figures a day and would just give up on it?

But Luo Liyan knew that the man in front of her was not joking with her.

People just have this capital and regard money as dirt!

"Teacher Qibai, you can't learn from me! You are the great master, and I am Xiaopulu, but we are still fundamentally different!" Luo Liyan collapsed and looked at Mo Qibai pitifully. .

"This little pratfall means that once the book is on the shelves, writing one more word is a waste of life! But for a master like you, writing one less word is a luxury!"

"There are so many falsehoods!" Mo Qibai stretched out his hand and rubbed Luo Liyan's furry head vigorously, "If you don't want to write, then don't write! If you don't have inspiration, look for inspiration!"

Then he stood up from the sofa and handed his hand to Luo Liyan.

"Let's go! Take you out for a walk!"

"Walk around?!" Luo Liyan's mouth twitched, pointing to the flaming July sun outside, "Are you sure you're not going to kill me?"

"You need some photosynthesis. Since the frequency is not high, then the power should be higher!" Mo Qibai said with a serious face, as if that was really the case.

hehe……

You are so stupid for treating a baby like that!

Luo Liyan shook her head vigorously, holding the manuscript and retracting herself into the sofa.

"What? You want me to hug you again?!"

Mo Qibai's low and hoarse voice raised upwards, like a feather crossing Luo Liyan's heart, with waves of temptation.

Her heart was out of rhythm.

Lowering her eyelids and standing up from the sofa, Luo Liyan walked around the big palm in front of her and walked out.

Mo Qibai looked at his empty palms and closed them up little by little.

Did she think she could still run away? !

It turned out that he just treated her as an ordinary toy, and even though he was using medicine to suppress himself, he would not let her go.

Not to mention that now, she has already made herself feel excited.

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Mo Qibai knew that Luo Liyan wrote romance novels that girls loved to read, so he had no choice but to bring her to the cinema.

In fact, rather than looking for inspiration, it is more appropriate to say that I want to go on a date.

After all, if this love novel really has no real experience, how can it possibly touch people's hearts?

Luo Liyan stood bored at the ticket gate, watching the back of someone buying popcorn and drinks.

A trace of expectation and a little sweetness arose in my heart.

Mo Qibai booked this ticket online, so until now she didn't know what they were going to see later.

Just as she was thinking about it, a boy suddenly stood in front of her, with a confident smile on his face.