When Zhuo Xuan regained consciousness, his mind was a blank slate, unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy. It wasn't until he noticed the person lying on the sofa next to him that he snapped back to reality.

 

Had he somehow entered the book with the author? Did the author resort to self-harm to get him out of the copy?

… No, it must be that Huangfu Huazang Huazang died, and the author remained alive and well.

 

It was threee in the middle of the night, long after the ball game had ended, yet the TV screen was still on, playing other programs. Xiao Zheng was sleeping soundly on the sofa, his arm loosely resting on Zhuo Xuan's leg. Zhuo Xuan observed him for a while but didn't remove the arm.

Xiao Zheng's brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was having an unsettling dream that didn't bring him joy.

 

Zhuo Xuan called out to him several times, but Xiao Zheng didn't react. His face was flushed, and his lips were an unusual shade of red, which, while attractive, was obviously abnormal.

Zhuo Xuan gently touched Xiao Zheng's forehead with his hand and felt the scorching heat.

Calling out to Xiao Zheng repeatedly, he finally roused him from his feverish slumber.

"I'm back...?" Xiao Zheng mumbled, still disoriented from his return to reality, not to mention his fever.

 

"You have a fever. I'll take you to the hospital," Zhuo Xuan said.

He picked up Xiao Zheng and headed straight to the garage.

"Wait..." Xiao Zheng grasped his shirt.

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Xuan asked anxiously, thinking something was seriously amiss.

 

However, Xiao Zheng said, "I can't hold the princess, it's too bad."

Zhuo Xuan couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, then I'll carry you."

 

He gently placed Xiao Zheng back on the sofa, bent down, and allowed Xiao Zheng to climb onto his back. But Xiao Zheng suddenly felt that something was off.

Zhuo Xuan's tone seemed a bit... affectionate?

 

Xiao Zheng shivered involuntarily, feeling a chill. Zhuo Xuan probably thought he was delirious due to his illness. He quickly ushered Xiao Zheng into the car, drove to the hospital, and arrived at the emergency room in the dead of night.

 

The diagnosis: alcohol allergy. Fortunately, they had arrived quickly; otherwise, it could have been more troublesome. Xiao Zheng lay on the hospital bed with an IV drip, apologizing to Zhuo Xuan, "I usually don't have a problem with alcohol, but I don't know what happened this time. It's probably because I've never mixed beer and red wine before, so I had a bad reaction. I'm sorry for dragging you out in the middle of the night."

 

Zhuo Xuan blinked and smiled, "Being able to meet you and watch the ball game together, I never even dared to dream of it. Now I've experienced it."

His tone was warm, far from the aloof demeanor of Qi Zhen in Xiao Zheng's dreams.

Xiao Zheng held his forehead and groaned, "When I get back, I'll definitely write Huangfu Huazang's death scene. I don't want to get dragged into the book again."

 

Zhuo Xuan replied, "Before I was Zhao Chengqi, and after I died, I became Qi Zhen. If you write Huangfu Huazang's death, it's likely I'll become another character."

Xiao Zheng wore a helpless expression. "So what should I do? I can't escape it, can I?"

 

Zhuo Xuan could see the cute expression on Xiao Zheng's face, and despite being more familiar with him now, his affection for Xiao Zheng remained. While their relationship had evolved, his internal "fan filter" had upgraded from "the author is good at everything" to "Zheng Xiao is good in every way." There hadn't been a fundamental change.

 

It would take at least two hours for the IV drip to finish, so Xiao Zheng told Zhuo Xuan to return home and rest. However, Zhuo Xuan shook his head and refused. He sat by the bedside, fighting off drowsiness.

 

To accommodate Xiao Zheng's budget, Zhuo Xuan hadn't used his connections to secure a private room but had opted for a semi-private ward instead. Although it was more expensive than a shared room, it was still within Xiao Zheng's means. If he had chosen a private room, it would have exceeded Xiao Zheng's budget.

 

A curtain divided the ward in half, and there was no one on the other side. There was no hushed whispering either; the room had suddenly fallen quiet. Xiao Zheng realized that Zhuo Xuan was considerate even in the small details, and he felt a wave of emotion. He thought that this young master was nothing like the impression he had initially formed.

 

Zhuo Xuan hadn't left and insisted on staying by Xiao Zheng's side. If their colleagues from the company were to see this scene, they probably wouldn't believe it was real.

Xiao Zheng fell into a deep sleep, comforted by the fact that his symptoms had disappeared entirely. The next day, he was discharged from the hospital. Zhuo Xuan drove him home and then went back to catch up on his sleep.

Upon returning home, Xiao Zheng turned on his computer and informed his readers that he had been through a rough night due to an alcohol allergy and that the update would be delayed with fewer words. He also apologized and then began writing a new chapter.

 

Determined to write Huangfu Huazang's death scene, Xiao Zheng crafted it meticulously. He made sure the cause and effect were well-defined, adding depth to Huangfu Huazang's character and his psychological journey. The plot was carefully developed, ensuring the characters were fully fleshed out. Xiao Zheng was confident that Huangfu Huazang's death would bring tears to his female readers' eyes.

 

As long as Huangfu Huazang died, he wouldn't have to endure those nightmarish book-wearing dreams anymore, right?

After finishing the chapter where Huangfu Huazang breathes his last, Xiao Zheng let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but think of Zhuo Xuan.

Zhuo Xuan had accompanied him at the hospital, taking care of him throughout the night. Xiao Zheng was deeply moved by his kindness. He knew that Zhuo Xuan had grown up in privilege and was used to having everything he wanted. Ordinary gifts meant nothing to him. If he wanted to give something, it had to come from the heart.

 

What did Zhuo Xuan want? Or, what did most men desire?

An idea sparked in Xiao Zheng's mind.

He couldn't provide Zhuo Xuan with a beautiful woman, but in the book-wearing dreams, he could surround Zhuo Xuan with beautiful women, fulfilling his every fantasy.

In the afternoon, Xiao Zheng figured that Zhuo Xuan would have woken up by now and gave him a call.

"What type of person do you like?"

 

Zhuo Xuan: ???

 

Sitting on the bed, Zhuo Xuan looked bewildered, still groggy from sleep.

 

Big question: why this, does he like me?

Zhuo Xuan fel a sudden hole in his brain, making his heart skip a beat.

 

He considered the question carefully and replied.

"Well, I like persons who are a bit temperamental, slender, tall, fair-skinned..."

 

Xiao Zheng listened attentively at first but interrupted him when he heard ‘wearing glasses’. "What about their personalities?"

 

He thought that Zhuo Xuan liked Internet celebrity faces like all rich second generations, but he actually liked good girls?

 

Zhuo Xuan contemplated for a moment. "Easy-going, good-natured, talented but humble, and well-liked."

"Got it! Thanks! I won't disturb your rest any longer. Goodbye!" Xiao Zheng quickly ended the call.

 

Zhuo Xuan was left dumbfounded: ???

 

Xiao Zheng started creating the heroine character for Qi Zhen, naming her Qiu Huailing, the second-ranked cultivator in the Second Heaven, and the eldest daughter of the Qiu family, one of the three major cultivation families in the Second Heaven. She was gentle, kind-hearted, low-key, beautiful, and fair-skinned. Originally, she had cultivated up to the Yuanying stage, but due to certain circumstances, her cultivation fell to the Golden Core stage. She would meet Qi Zhen in Liuguang City, where she would be drugged by a jealous female cultivator, leading to a critical situation.

Xiao Zheng had paid meticulous attention to detail, crafting her character according to Zhuo Xuan's preferences.

 

Little did Xiao Zheng know that his actions would end up trapping him.

 

So when he woke up again in a corner of Flowing Light City, opened his eyes, and saw Qi Zhen in front of him, he felt an overwhelming urge to scream at the sky.

 

WTF?????????

 

Translator : DarNan