For the past two months, he discovered that, although there is a multitude of internet novels, the ones that could actually captivate him and written by authors whose taste suits him are actually quite rare.
After some thought, Li Shi logged into the Qidian app using his QQ ID, added her book to his shelf, and left a few comments.
Then, he brought up the QQ chat interface and began typing: "Vast, are you sure this is your first book? Aren't you lying to me?"
In a certain district of Jie Yang, on the same master-bedroom balcony, Bai Mang Mang laid on the sofa, her legs slightly curled, outlining a beautiful curve. She rested her head on the facade of the bed, held her phone, waiting for Li Shi's feedback.
She felt a little nervous.
This was the first time she allowed someone to read the internet novel she secretly wrote.
"Why do I feel like I'm in a bikini in a beauty contest, standing in front of judges for evaluation?"
