Chapter 22: The “Naughty Girls” Are Waiting for the Author to Feed Them
Chi Yuheng felt quite pleased being called “Gege” in that manner.
He slowly raised his eyes and gave an answer that aligned with his heart. “Yours is bigger.”
Ye Ran felt satisfied.
Chi Youchu was indignant. “You’re cheating!”
Ye Ran turned to Chi Youchu with his head held high, looking as if he had eyes on his chin.
The meaning was clear: he didn’t care; Chi Yuheng’s word was the final authority.
Forget it. Since he couldn’t win in terms of size, Chi Youchu was determined to reclaim his dignity in the game.
“One more round, don’t dawdle.”
Chi Yuheng couldn’t get any peace at all. The sound of the two playing the game was more violent than the typhoon, nearly taking the roof off the house.
Around 9:00 PM, the typhoon arrived as scheduled. The wind wrapped around the rain and slammed against the glass with a loud “crackling” sound. The world outside the window was completely blurred, the rain weaving into an airtight white curtain.
The two were in the heat of their game with no intention of stopping. Chi Yuheng closed his laptop, walked over, and picked them up one by one. “Don’t play too late. Both of you, go back to your rooms.”
With Chi Yuheng’s command, Ye Ran and Chi Youchu’s game finally paused. They went up to the third floor together and returned to their respective rooms.
…
The sound of water pitter-pattered, and a white mist soon rose in the bathroom, the heat carrying a faint scent of citrus.
Ye Ran raised his hand to brush back the wet hair from his forehead. The water flowed down his jawline, sliding over his clearly defined collarbones, all the way down his waist, splashing into fine droplets.
The sound of water stopped.
Ye Ran came out wearing a loose bathrobe, using a towel to dry his dripping hair.
The typhoon outside was still frantically slamming against the glass. A pale flash of lightning suddenly pierced the night sky, momentarily illuminating the room.
Ye Ran’s hand shook, nearly dropping the towel. He instinctively shrank to the side.
His ears involuntarily perked up, waiting for the thunder that was sure to follow the lightning. After a few seconds, there was no sound at all, like a dud firecracker during the New Year.
Only then did Ye Ran relax, gripping the towel to continue drying his hair. Just then—”Boom!”—a loud clap of thunder struck down, making the windows tremble.
Ye Ran was startled by this sudden roar. His heart skipped a beat and then immediately began to race.
He froze in place for a long while, his ears still ringing. A layer of cold sweat seeped from his back, and the warmth from his shower quickly dissipated.
“Fuck…” he cursed softly, his voice still trembling slightly.
The thunder on a typhoon day was too fierce, and it happened to strike when he was completely off guard. That lingering fear coiled around him like a vine. As Ye Ran’s consciousness gradually returned, he realized a very serious problem.
Just after being startled, he had unknowingly picked up his pillow and quilt. He didn’t look like he was going to bed; rather, it looked like he was packing these two things up to take them to a destination he desired in his heart.
Ye Ran looked down and was speechless.
How were his hands and feet more obedient to Chi Yuheng than he was?
Ye Ran rolled his eyes and tossed his bedding back onto the bed.
What was he doing? Going to find Chi Yuheng at this time, standing outside his door and shouting, “Gege, open the door, I’m scared”?
That would be better than directly telling him, “I want to sleep with you, open the door and let me in.”
He had said he wouldn’t sleep with him in the living room, but if he went there now, his face would be slapped until it was red.
Therefore, wanting him to go was absolutely impossible.
After blow-drying his hair, Ye Ran threw himself onto the bed. It was nearly eleven o’clock, but he wasn’t the least bit sleepy. He didn’t want to scroll through videos or play games, so he just lay flat, staring at the ceiling.
He thought about the development of the plot. It seemed he had changed it, but the original plot was like discovering a big bug in the system and trying to correct it, wanting everything to return to its original trajectory.
No matter what, he would fight that “SB” author to the end. He had to survive and couldn’t lose himself in the plot.
The thunder outside continued intermittently, and the wind-driven rain slammed against the glass.
He clenched his fists, and the fear of the thunder welled up. Perhaps because the room was too quiet, the thunder seemed infinitely magnified in his ears.
Ye Ran pulled the quilt up until it covered half his face, leaving only his eyes to watch the window. The moment lightning appeared, he would pull the quilt over his head.
However, instead of thunder, a typing sound came from somewhere, “clack-clack-clack” without stopping.
Ye Ran’s eyes fixed on the window paused. He instinctively lightened his breathing and perked up his ears to listen carefully.
The typing wasn’t fast, but it was rhythmic. It didn’t sound like a game; it sounded like someone was typing a document.
He bit his lower lip. The panic caused by the thunder was inexplicably suppressed by this typing sound, replaced by a surge of curiosity.
Who would be typing at this time, and why would it reach him? Even if it were next door, the soundproofing of his room was very good; it should be impossible to hear.
This eerie typing sound just kept drilling into Ye Ran’s brain.
It couldn’t be a ghost, could it?
Just as he was about to wonder if his nerves were fried by the thunder, reader comments began to appear in his mind.
Ye Ran was speechless…
What the hell was this? Was it the comment section of this book?
No wonder this book was tagged as “high-smut.” A group of “naughty girls” were sitting around waiting for the author to feed them. If the author didn’t update one day, they would probably crawl through the internet cables to the author’s house.
If it were the protagonists… He thought about the protagonist gong and shou. At this time, they should still be in the “crush at first sight” stage. Even if the protagonist gong planned to pursue the other, he probably hadn’t even made a plan yet.
But what did it have to do with him?
He wasn’t the protagonist; he was the villain. No matter how much smut there was, it wouldn’t be his turn.
Ye Ran rolled himself into a burrito with the quilt. Ignore it and sleep.
Before he could get a moment of peace, the typing sound started again. Ye Ran’s eyes snapped open. If anyone saw him, they would think it was a corpse reanimating on a rainy night.
Immediately following that, his legs felt like they were no longer under his control, seemingly wanting to move, but they were currently rolled up in the quilt and couldn’t budge.
This feeling was uncomfortable. Ye Ran wanted to roll over, but with a “thud,” he rolled right off the bed, quilt and all.
A few seconds later, Ye Ran’s cry of pain came from under the bed. “Fuck! That killed me…”
But it wasn’t over yet. Just as the quilt unraveled, Ye Ran stood up, his legs uncontrollably walking toward the door.
Ye Ran was completely bewildered. What was happening? Was he being possessed?!
His legs were like sensors that couldn’t identify obstacles. The bedroom door was closed, yet he continued to move forward, resulting in Ye Ran’s forehead hitting the door over and over again.
Ye Ran was fed up. “You… wait a second… stop first… wait for me to open the door, okay?!”
Translator’s Note:
- SB: Short for shabi (傻逼), a common Chinese internet slang for “idiot” or “dumbass.”
- Naughty Girls: The original text uses Dahuang Yatou (大黃丫頭), which literally means “Big Yellow Girls.” In Chinese slang, “yellow” refers to erotic or pornographic content. So, these are the smut-loving readers of the novel Ye Ran is trapped in!
- Burrito: Ye Ran is literally a “quilt roll” (被子卷). It’s a very common image in web novels for a character trying to hide or feel safe.
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