What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book
Chapter 120: Qiu Wuji’s Heart

Qiu Wuji went to cook, while Chu Ge continued to return to his room to write.

However, both of them were distracted from their work. They said not to overthink, but how could they not?

Why did Qiu Wuji, for the first time ever, agree to let him hug her when she came out this time? Had he done something to touch her heart?

No, he hadn’t.

It was only because when he was facing a dangerous situation, Qiu Wuji felt for the first time what it was like to be unable to come out. Anxiety, fear, unable to meet.

She had suffered all day with a sense of powerlessness until she saw that he was unharmed, and then her heartstrings snapped. They rarely discussed what it would be like if they could never meet between the two realms… but this worry had never disappeared from their hearts.

It was already suffocating enough with the separation caused by Zhang Qiren leaving the country. The enmity and grievances felt like a heavy burden in their hearts.

But what if the separation between the two realms was eternal?

Until they could replace a solution to this uncertainty, any promises or expectations for the “future” were meaningless. They could only focus on the present.

Chu Ge really couldn’t concentrate on writing anymore. Even opening the group chat and seeing others discussing the image of him wiping her mouth felt glaringly bright at this moment.

He sat in front of the document in a daze for a moment, then finally pushed the case aside and left the computer desk.

Qiu Wuji was washing vegetables, her movements seemingly not efficient either, also lost in thought.

Even in her distracted state, she could sense that Chu Ge had entered. Qiu Wuji casually asked, “What’s up? If there’s no tea, go pour some yourself…”

Her words froze in her mouth. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, tightly embracing her.

Qiu Wuji tensed up all over, and instinctively pushed back with her elbow. She heard Chu Ge grunt, but he didn’t let go.

The series of moves she had prepared, including stomping on his foot, twisting his wrist, dislocating his joints, and throwing him over her shoulder, halted at the first step.

Her slipper landed on Chu Ge’s shoe, but she didn’t apply any force.

“What are you doing?” Qiu Wuji took a deep breath, maintaining a cold and sharp voice. “If I hit you with this elbow, it would be enough to cause internal injuries. Do you really want to die?”

Chu Ge endured the pain and whispered, “Even if you beat me to death, I will accept it.”

“Do you really think I don’t have the courage to face a life-and-death situation with you? What do I care if the world is destroyed!”

“Even if the world is destroyed, I still want to hold you.”

From a hidden angle where he couldn’t see, Qiu Wuji’s expression unconsciously changed from anger to rolling her eyes, and after a while, she said, “Alright, aren’t you cultivating? We are both exploring the two realms, seeking the truth, just to… just to have the freedom to come and go, to break through the limitations of our positions. Remember, haste makes waste. Your current mindset is not good.”

She indeed knew why Chu Ge suddenly became so bold. She understood what he was thinking, actually, she had always been aware.

—”It’s just because I care about you too much.” His words from just now were still echoing in her ears.

Chu Ge didn’t answer, and there was no need to answer.

He silently adjusted his breath, healing the internal injuries caused by Qiu Wuji’s elbow strike, still quietly holding her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. The position he had longed for in his dreams, achieved even with injuries and coughing up blood.

But as long as he held her like this, there was tranquility. That elusive and ethereal dream like heroine from the book, was tangibly in his embrace.

He didn’t answer, and Qiu Wuji didn’t push him away again. The two of them stood silently by the kitchen sink like that, without moving for more than ten minutes.

Chu Ge’s anxious mind gradually calmed down, and he began to feel the softness and fragrance that he had unintentionally ignored before.

“Alright, go heal now.” Qiu Wuji always listened to Chu Ge’s heartbeat, feeling that it had become steady, and finally spoke in a low voice, “Remember to bring the clam pearl, it can aid in recovery… You really like to replace trouble for yourself. Today’s scheduled chapters are probably suspended, right?”

She gently struggled.

The embrace that couldn’t be loosened even with an angry elbow strike easily opened with a gentle struggle this time. Chu Ge obediently stepped back, wearing a sheepish smile and saying, “The scheduled chapters are not a problem! As long as my hand isn’t broken, spitting a few mouthfuls of blood is nothing. I’ll get used to it… ”

Qiu Wuji never turned to look at him throughout.

She was afraid that if she saw his wretched appearance, she wouldn’t be able to resist hitting him, and she was also afraid of him seeing her blushing face.

Would this guy take advantage of the situation in the future? Should she still hit him when the time comes?

But his true intentions at that moment were so intense, as if they were about to overflow. She could deeply feel his anxiety and urgency. Why… does it make her a little happy?

………

During the meal, the two of them seemed to be sulking and giving each other the silent treatment. They ate with their heads down and didn’t speak, actually not knowing how to start a conversation with each other.

Qiu Wuji had a sulky expression on her face, showing the air of a neglected child, while Chu Ge was afraid of making her angry. Every time he spoke, he would get scolded, so he decided to keep quiet and enjoy his meal.

They had already embraced each other, and a little injury was nothing. He could get used to it, and they could still embrace!

Chu Ge stole a glance at Qiu Wuji’s stern face, wanting to say something but swallowed it back. He silently decided to wait for her to cool down for a while before speaking, until her face wasn’t so sour in the evening…

“Cough… I’m done eating, I’m going to write…”

“Go and write. If there aren’t any scheduled chapters today, you’re not allowed to eat dinner tonight!”

“Understood!” Chu Ge swiftly returned to his room.

The subsequent writing was indeed powerful, as if he had taken a strong stimulant.

Qiu Wuji spent the whole afternoon listening to Chu Ge’s rapid typing, as if he was a typing machine that didn’t need to think.

As a novice writer, Qiu Wuji couldn’t understand how someone could continuously type for hours without thinking. It always felt unnatural to her… However, the fact proved that people could indeed do it when they were energized.

The plot was already in his mind, the ideas were clear and smooth, and the narrative flowed effortlessly. Occasionally, he would even come up with some inspiring and well-crafted sentences. The only requirement was complete focus, the ability to immerse oneself fully in the storyline.

Once Chu Ge started to multitask between practicing and writing, he often entered this state. At that time, writing didn’t feel like writing anymore; it was as if he was reconstructing the original appearance of a whole world within the document.

Qiu Wuji couldn’t understand it, but she was envious of this state, so she also started writing her autobiography.

Ironically, she couldn’t focus as well as Chu Ge. Her thoughts were scattered and chaotic, and she couldn’t even write a thousand words in an afternoon. However, she watched her phone receive two consecutive notifications saying, “The novel you follow, ‘Chu Tian Wu Ji,’ has updated,” meaning Chu Ge had written two chapters that afternoon.

Qiu Wuji pouted and sighed as she looked at her own sparse document. It was frustrating. She still had some doubts and questions to ask him.

But with her current demeanor, how could she ask? What if he took it as an opportunity to tease her? Would he pinch her shoulder or even embrace her?

No, I’m still sulking and giving him the silent treatment. How can I ask him?

While she was pondering, Chu Ge’s head appeared outside the door, as if he was watching her.

Qiu Wuji said in an annoyed tone, “If you have something to say, say it. If you have nothing to say, don’t just stand there. Are you planning to sneak up and hug me again?”

“No, no,” Chu Ge walked in with a conciliatory smile. “I’ve finished my writing tasks for today, and I wanted to seek guidance from my master on some cultivation issues.”

Qiu Wuji was taken aback for a moment but quickly found a solution. “Let’s exchange. I’ll also ask you some questions. Tell me about your doubts first.”

In reality, Chu Ge didn’t have any significant doubts. His dual-focus cultivation was going smoothly. He deliberately came to strike up a conversation or offer her an opportunity to ease her anger.

As a harem novel writer, Chu Ge still knew what to do as long as he had time to think.

When Qiu Wuji asked him like that, he casually found an excuse, “Oh, I was thinking, since the sand grain can assist me in cultivating spiritual techniques, can this pearl have a healing effect? Can it help me cultivate a healing technique? It would be convenient to use techniques for healing in the future instead of relying on self-recovery.”

Qiu Wuji shook her head. “That’s not feasible because your fundamental cultivation method for the Golden Bell Shield belongs to the vigorous and robust category, which differs in nature from the required energy for healing. Mixing them can easily lead to complications. Moreover, the Golden Bell Shield itself has a strong effect on self-recovery and reshaping. The self-healing technique is somewhat redundant. It’s actually better for someone else to treat you or use medicinal pills instead of relying on self-healing. Wait, wait, hold on! This is your own setting, don’t you know that? Why are you asking me?”

“Ahem, I only know the theory but not the practical aspect, so I wanted to ask my master.”

Qiu Wuji accepted this explanation and stood up gracefully. “Come over here, I’ll take a look at your injury.”

Chu Ge put his hands in his pockets and sat in her place.

Qiu Wuji reached out and pressed against Chu Ge’s side, feeling a slight bruise. Even the Golden Bell Shield couldn’t withstand it. Fortunately, there were no severe internal injuries. She eased her strength and refrained from unleashing her energy inside. “It’s alright. I’ll sort it out for you.”

Gentle threads of energy seeped into his skin, tending to the injury. Chu Ge felt quite comfortable and asked, “And what about you? Do you have any doubts? Was the plot twist we discussed last night not sufficient?”

“It’s not that…” Qiu Wuji continued massaging and tending to the injury, her voice slightly absent-minded. “As I mentioned before, I lived in the town for a while. In fact, during the early days of my swordsmanship training, the experiences from that period were beneficial to me. The atmosphere of the town, the disputes between neighbors, the intentions of parents, the schemes of deceitful individuals… These were experiences I couldn’t grasp during my childhood in the mountains. But when I embarked on my journey with a sword, it was as if I was reading a book about each person, and I gained valuable insights.”

Chu Ge also listened with a slightly absent-minded expression. “Interesting… And then?”

“But now, when I recall those memories or put them into writing, they feel rather boring, just trivial matters. Will anyone read a novel about such things?”

For the first time, Chu Ge fell into contemplation when she asked a question about writing.

Initially, in this particular case, it could have been easily overlooked without being written. But if the question was about how to make trivial matters interesting, it couldn’t be explained in just a few words. Especially when looking at trivial matters from a detached, god-like perspective, without any sense of immersion, it became even more difficult and boring.

It could be said that Chu Ge himself did not possess this level of skill. Those who could make readers replace true interest in the ordinary were true masters.

Lost in thought, he suddenly felt the delicate hand massaging his side begin to move, hesitatingly, and then pinch his temples.

Chu Ge paused, and then heard Qiu Wuji’s voice saying, “Forget it, you’ve been writing all afternoon, and your mind must be exhausted. Rest for a bit, and we’ll talk after dinner.”

The gentle touch and caress on his temples, accompanied by a subtle fragrance that wafted into his nostrils.

Chu Ge didn’t need to mention his exhausted mind; in this moment, he didn’t even have any thoughts left… He felt as if he had transcended to heaven.

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