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

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Luo Liyan, who was still furious, forgot to be angry when she heard this.

With his mouth slightly open, he looked at the man in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.

"Teacher Qibai, your actions are a bit coquettish!" Luo Liyan teased jokingly.

Showy? !

Mo Qibai frowned slightly, obviously a little displeased.

"Do you want to reject me?"

"That's not to say, it's just that there are specialties in the arts. Teacher Qibai, you write brain-burning mystery novels, and I just write Mary Sue romance novels. Our two majors are a bit different!" Luo Li Yan didn't know why, but she felt a bit ashamed.

Thinking of the erotic love scenes in her plot, she felt that she might not be able to face the man in front of her.

She could completely imagine that if he read her novel, with his venomous tongue, he would only despise her as worthless.

Mo Qibai had never read a female channel novel, so he couldn't refute Luo Liyan's words, but his brows were tightly knitted together.

He said such words just now because he was in a hurry and wanted to make the little rookie happy.

Since she didn't want her to interfere, she naturally wouldn't force it.

As long as she achieves her goal of no longer being angry, that will be fine.

The two of them had something to eat outside, and then went back in the lingering heat of the evening rush hour.

After making coffee for Mo Qibai and preparing fresh fruit slices, Luo Liyan thought about what happened during the day, and suddenly felt inspired, and rushed back to the room as if her butt was burned.

Holding Mo Qibai's computer, he started coding like crazy.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night. Ten thousand words was neither long nor short. She actually wrote it until the next morning before she managed to finish it.

I wanted to force myself up to make breakfast for Mo Qibai, but in the end I couldn't resist the call of the God of Sleep and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Qibai tidied himself up and walked out of the room. The emptiness of the room gave him the illusion that he was still the only one in the house.

But this is just a momentary illusion.

He quickly realized that the little rookie might have gone on something else last night and overslept today.

Gently pushing open the door of Luo Liyan's room, she kicked her notebook to the corner of the bed, making sure it couldn't fall off.

Mo Qibai walked over, picked up the computer, covered her with the kicked-off quilt, and then walked out.

The rich coffee made the room warm and soft. His slender fingers slid on the computer, and he endured the patience to read Luo Liyan's outline and the things he typed last night.

Then he sighed and rubbed his eyebrows.

He seemed to understand why the little rookie said that what he wrote was a bit difficult to understand.

Judging from her vocabulary at the level of a primary school student, it was really difficult for her to read her own novel.

Mo Qibai suddenly felt worried about the manuscripts she had been asked to revise.

If she were to be changed like this, I'm afraid that her whole life's wisdom would be at risk.

After trying to calm down, he typed out Luo Liyan's manuscript and outline, and Mo Qibai accepted his fate and began to revise it bit by bit.

When Luo Liyan slept until midnight, all she saw was the A4 paper piled all over the coffee table, and the smell of rice coming from the kitchen.