It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 218 What to do if you reveal it in front of the person you like

At the door of the "Quillen" Club, the novelist was waiting quietly.

She was wearing a black furisode dress today, which was the most formal dress for an unmarried girl, and black was the most noble color among them.

The large furisode was embroidered with gorgeous designs using gold and colored threads, and the birds and animals moved in rhythm with the breathing of the moonlight, as if they were alive.

But the novelist's hair was not tied up in a bun, but was let down at the back of her head, with the front cut into a princess style.

The fair little face is expressionless, like an exquisite Japanese porcelain doll.

But her gaze was as dark as a deep well, emitting an aura that was both majestic and strange.

In the distance, a woman in a Western-style dress hesitated for a long time, and finally came over to say hello.

"Izanami-sama."

She had just opened her mouth when she was interrupted by the novelist.

"Don't call me by that name. I'm called a novelist now."

She said in a serious tone.

"Ah, yes, Novelist. Why don't you go in? Are you waiting for someone?"

The lady in the dress asked.

"Correct."

The novelist's nod was almost imperceptible.

"It's ungentlemanly of your male companion to let the lady wait for him outside."

The girl in the dress complained for her.

"I volunteered. He didn't know I arrived early."

The novelist's shaking head is barely perceptible.

"Ah this."

The woman in the dress was speechless.

Who is the deity who can make this person condescend so much?
The novelist was once one of the most prominent figures in the metropolitan short story circle. He had published more than a dozen popular works with over 100 million readers, and had won the Writers Association Short Story Gold Award several times.

If she hadn't gone crazy for some unknown reason, stopped writing short stories and started writing novels, but failed to achieve any results, she wouldn't even be qualified to talk to novelists.

As for the novelist's other background, the woman in the dress was not very clear, but she vaguely heard that he was from a prominent family.

"Then I'll wait with you."

The lady in the dress said attentively.

She has been writing short stories for several years, but none of them have become popular.

In fact, she has the literary talent, but she lacks a bit of luck and support.

After all, short stories are more dependent on platform push traffic.

Now the woman in the dress wants to warm up the novelist's cold stove and make a good relationship with him.

What if she goes back to writing short stories someday?
Secondly, it was out of curiosity, wanting to know who the novelist's male companion was.

The novelist finally turned his head and looked at her with eyes devoid of any emotion.

The woman in the dress felt frightened when she looked at her, but she managed to hold back and didn't turn around and run away.

"can."

Finally, the novelist nodded.

The woman in the dress breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she felt a little indignant.

The novelist's behavior just now seemed to be judging whether she was threatening or not.

Since she let me stay, it means that in her eyes, I don't pose any threat.

After the novelist finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to the woman in the dress and just stared ahead quietly.

As time passed, the moonlight seemed to solidify along with the air.

The woman in the evening dress felt as if a piece of iron was stuck in her throat. She wanted to shout but no sound came out.

"Too scary, is this the pressure from the former No. 1 short story writer? I am still too weak."

The woman in the dress was shocked.

She is a somewhat important figure in her own studio, and she dares to argue with the major shareholder who is a second-class citizen.

But if she came into conflict with the novelist, she might not even be able to realize the idea of ​​resistance. This feeling of being completely suppressed made her very scared, and the novelist's superior attitude made her very excited.

In this state of fear and excitement, she felt that she might become incontinent at any time.

Yes, there is another reason why the woman in the dress took the initiative to approach the novelist, and that is that she is also a lesbian.

"No matter who you are, come quickly. If you don't come, I won't be able to hold on any longer."

The woman in the dress had abnormally red cheeks and was muttering to herself.

If it were revealed in front of the woman she loved, her life would be over.

Finally, as she looked expectantly, two beams of blazing lights shot over from a distance.

The heavy and steady engine sound advances slowly in the quiet night, like a Bach piano concerto.

“What a luxurious car.”

When the girl in the dress saw the car body reflecting the brilliant light, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

And when she saw the driver sitting in the driver's seat, her pupils dilated slightly.

With eyes that had undergone expensive reconstructive surgery in the hospital, he could see the sky full of artillery fire and the torrent of steel behind the driver even from a distance of hundreds of meters.

Even the head of the hospital security department she had met did not have such a strong aura.

How noble must the identity of the novelist's male companion be to have such a person serve as his driver?
The curiosity of the woman in the dress was raised to a new level.

Unfortunately, a special baffle blocked her view, preventing her from seeing the people in the back compartment.

But soon, the Platinum Phantom also drove in front of them.

The car door opened automatically and a tall figure walked out of the car.

With the appearance of that figure, the stagnant moonlight once again freely splashed over the area, and the air finally resumed flowing.

And all this is because the novelist laughed.

Her smile is like a cherry blossom blooming in the most beautiful season.

"senior."

She trotted over to meet him.

The woman in the dress subconsciously wanted to follow, but just as she was about to move, a feeling of impending death suddenly appeared in her mind.

She was startled and quickly put aside all distracting thoughts.

"I'm sorry to make you wait for me."

Liu Zheng said apologetically.

"It's okay, I did it willingly."

The novelist's eyes were smiling like the crescent moon in the sky, but brighter and purer than the crescent moon.

With her knowledge, she could naturally see how much preparation Liu Zheng had made and how much he had paid for this ball.

Although he knew that the novelist was not a good person, Liu Zheng was still infected by her smile and couldn't help but stretch out his tentacles and rub her head.

His eyes were also smiling, but not as innocently as the novelist's. Instead, his smile was heavy and difficult.

It was like the last breath of clean air squeezed out of the lungs of a person trapped in a filthy hell under a mountain.

But because of this, it is even more precious.

His resolute profile was caressed by the moonlight and reflected in the eyes of the woman in the dress.

Liu Zheng noticed her gaze and turned his head to look at her.

The four words "virtue", "benevolence", "faith" and "righteousness" shone brightly, igniting a fire in his eyes and burning the hearts of the girls in Li Qun.

"ah!"

She exclaimed softly and her face flushed.

Feeling the unknown wetness, the woman in the dress finally understood one thing.

She doesn't like women, she just likes beautiful women.

"Ok?"

The novelist snorted.

(End of this chapter)