What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book

Early the next morning, Qiu Wuji lazily half-sat up, stretching her slender arms and yawning.

The weather was refreshing, with a clear autumn sky.

Chu Ge lay there, blinking his eyes, and although he enjoyed the beautiful sight, he felt a bit strange.

Actually, what he wanted to see was a maid helping a weak and delicate beauty get up, not the clear and refreshing autumn morning.

Why does it feel like I’m the one who got… um, taken advantage of…? Sigh…

Qiu Wuji turned her head and gave him a glance. A smile played on her lips as she leaned closer and tilted his chin. “You did a good job attending to me. I’ll take responsibility for you.”

Chu Ge: “?”

“Sigh, I feel quite comfortable, but you’ve worked so hard, like a bull. Why is it that you’re so focused on getting yourself exhausted and beaten just to make me comfortable? Are you secretly into… that kind of stuff?” Qiu Wuji teased.

Chu Ge was utterly dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond to this peculiar perspective.

Biting her lower lip, Qiu Wuji slowly leaned in to kiss him, murmuring, “I heard there’s also a thing called morning exercise…”

Chu Ge was at a loss for words.

Why did my Qiuqiu turn into this?

“You can’t do that; what’s the use of you? Cut it off.” Qiu Wuji playfully threatened, raising her eyebrows.

Chu Ge was sweating profusely, clutching the blanket as if his life depended on it. “This involves your lifelong happiness; we can’t recklessly cut it off!”

“Hmph.” Qiu Wuji was clearly just trying to scare him and didn’t actually intend to do morning exercises. She leisurely put on her pajamas, then suddenly turned around and jumped out of bed.

“Oops~” She stumbled a bit, then limped away, her voice muttering faintly, “I should have never taught you the Golden Bell technique, you sneak… ouch…”

Chu Ge couldn’t help but almost burst into laughter.

So, her earlier demeanor was an attempt to act mature, trying to assert dominance.

But in reality, she was too shy and hesitant inside, unable to face him.

Throughout the night, the autumn rain poured heavily, forming streams, and the raindrops danced in the wind, breaking her gentle and yielding facade, revealing her various facets. She murmured softly, “Husband,” until she begged for mercy… The prideful Qiu Wuji, how could she dare to face the image of herself being teased like this?

Of course, she had to act like she was the one benefiting, and he was there to serve her, presenting herself as the most impressive one!

Chu Ge was in a great mood, humming a tune as he got up, got dressed, and when he walked out, he saw Qiu Wuji brushing her teeth with a grumbling expression, her eyes glaring at him.

“What’s wrong?” Chu Ge smiled, “Do you need medicine?”

“This avatar is a body you created in your imagination! You have to be responsible for fixing it with just a thought! Why would I need medicine?”

“Well… it seems like I can’t do that.”

“I don’t care! You have to make it happen! This useless body you imagined is entirely your responsibility!”

“Alright, I’m fully responsible…”

“You pervert, writing a female protagonist to do that kind of thing!”

“Alright, I’m a pervert.”

“You go make breakfast!”

“Alright, I’m going…” The current Chu Ge, due to frequently assisting Qiu Wuji, was no longer the same Chu Ge who couldn’t do anything. He walked into the kitchen, squeezed some soy milk, and fried eggs, doing it quite skillfully.

After Qiu Wuji finished washing up, she peeked into the kitchen, her eyes curved with a smile.

Now they were truly a married couple, right?

Watching Chu Ge bustling around, she unconsciously walked over, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and rested her head against his broad back.

Chu Ge paused for a moment and smiled, “It’s good like this.”

Qiu Wuji whispered softly, “I finally understand why you always like to hold me like this.”

It was a genuine attachment from deep within. She simply didn’t want to be apart for even a moment.

It was as if she were enchanted, just like last night when he wrote her true self into a meditative state. This sense of being controlled and manipulated used to make her angry, but at that moment, it felt right… Not to mention this kind of manipulation; she had allowed herself to be manipulated in various ways in their blanket fort. She didn’t resist it, and it didn’t feel like her own will.

Suddenly, a thought crossed Qiu Wuji’ mind, a thought that shouldn’t have been there: Maybe there’s no need to resist the natural order? Why not just let him write me however he wants…

The thought flashed by, and Qiu Wuji took a deep breath, pushing it away.

She really shouldn’t have thought that way.

Let alone the fact that cultivators should find their true selves, and their pursuits shouldn’t be limited to this tiny space. Just considering what he liked, he didn’t want a puppet Qiu Wuji.

Someday, I’ll be myself…. What happened to my ideals and pursuits? Love really does make people lose their intelligence.

Chu Ge fried the eggs while in her embrace, then turned and smiled, “You go ahead and eat; I’ll freshen up first.”

Qiu Wuji blurted out, “I’ll wait for you to eat together.”

After saying it, she wanted to slap herself twice and mumbled, “Go ahead, go ahead. You made this so rough, I’ll prepare something else…”

……

Some things, before you do them, seem like tremendously significant events, major turning points in life, decisions that will determine everything.

But after you’ve done them, you realize it was just an ordinary thing, and nothing has changed at all.

Life goes on just the same. Chu Ge didn’t suddenly change because he succeeded, and Qiu Wuji didn’t become ashamed because she was won over.

They both had their meals as usual. Chu Ge continued writing, and Qiu Wuji went to the company, then bought groceries and cooked lunch when she got home.

In her spare time, Qiu Wuji obtained her driver’s license, and she was quite proud of it, swaying her ponytail happily.

The comic studio got on track, had its first income, and started to turn a profit.

All the intense emotions eventually condensed into the everyday routine.

In their daily lives, these feelings transformed into a sense of kinship. No matter what they did, they would think, “Should I bring something back for him/her? That looks interesting; I should bring him/her next time to check it out together. I’m going to this place; let me see if he/she has time so we can go together…”

Having a significant other in life meant that you were no longer complete when one side was missing.

This was what marriage was like.

Even though they hadn’t obtained a marriage certificate.

Even though she still claimed this was just an alternate account.

However, she tidied up her room, rolled up her bedding, and slept in his room… The reason being his bed was bigger, after all, it was the master bedroom.

Then they embraced each other and drifted into slumber.

It wasn’t like the nights of revelry as one might imagine. Sometimes they just went to sleep directly.

But they didn’t do it frequently… because Creator God personally extracted a set of cultivation techniques from a book and introduced it very solemnly, saying, “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. We are cultivators, and this matter is beneficial to our cultivation.”

It’s just a dual cultivation technique, which Qiu Wuji had also thought about…

Well, this was about helping him cultivate, a very serious matter!

“Shall we try this posture seriously today?”

“…”

Was it still okay to want to punch him?

When they woke up together in the morning, they opened their eyes and looked into each other’s sparkling eyes, exchanged a cheerful “good morning,” and got up together.

“Come on, stop teasing. I told Mengmeng this morning that we have a small meeting at the company, so there won’t be morning exercises today… Be good, lead yourself.” Her rosy lips kissed his cheek, and the OL-dressed mature woman left the house in a hurry.

The skirt turned into pants, and that was all there was to it.

But the employees all felt that Sister Qiu was even more womanly.

That overwhelming charm, like a blooming rose, was incredibly beautiful, making it impossible for people to avoid looking.

Zhu Mengmeng hugged a snowy-white Samoyed dog and sighed, “This company, finally, is a mess.”

The result of being a mess was that they could discuss more private topics. “Qiuqiu, how long does your husband last?”

Qiu Wuji rolled her eyes, “Certainly not as long as your fantasy.”

Zhu Mengmeng: “..”

Qiu Wuji used to think that the playful Golden Bell was nothing but a show, but now she realized it was a well-thought-out and far-sighted plan. It turned out that Buddhist cultivation techniques were really meant to bring happiness to the mortal world… Maybe she should visit the Great Compassion Abbot in the book one day to express her gratitude?

Hmm… According to their strategy, to make the world submit to heaven, they would eventually have to visit the Buddhist sect from the book.

It’s just that she wondered if Chu Ge’s two-bit knowledge of Buddhism would make him feel embarrassed when he visited the temple. After all, he couldn’t compete with the monks to see who had a better Golden Bell.

Zhu Mengmeng had no idea what Qiu Wuji was thinking. She leaned in a bit closer and asked, “Hey, when are you two getting married?”

“Marriage…” Qiu Wuji supported her chin with one finger and thought with a smile, “It’s coming soon, when he completely masters it…”

Zhu Mengmeng’s gaze landed on her chest.

Completely mastering it seemed to be a bit challenging. Was his hand big enough?

No matter how much Zhu Mengmeng speculates in her mind, the thoughts of the young couple are obviously not to be shared with outsiders.

To master the world, that’s the goal.

The real day of complete control will be the true wedding day, hehe.