Senior Sister, Shut Up!

Su Huaizhou had gone to her bedroom to look for clothes, but she was still not back after twenty minutes.

Jiang Miao waited in the guest room, idly chatting on his phone, waiting for Senior Sister to return.

After waiting so long without hearing any sound from the room next door, he felt puzzled.

Did Senior Sister just agree verbally, only to back out and hide in her bedroom?

With this thought, Jiang Miao immediately abandoned the readers in the group chat and headed for the master bedroom.

Instead of barging in, he knocked on the bedroom door and asked, “Senior Sister, did you not find the hanfu?”

“Ah… Huh?” Su Huaizhou’s startled voice came, and she hurriedly explained, “No, no! Just wait a bit longer! Almost ready!”

“Alright, I’ll wait for you in the living room,” Jiang Miao said and walked to the couch, deciding to wait a bit longer.

Anyway, it was still early, barely nine o’clock, and the dormitories’ 10:30 p.m. closing time was far off. There was no rush.

So he took out his phone and opened the app he usually used to write outlines, planning to revise and organize some plot details for the upcoming chapters.

To be honest, when he first started the novel, after deciding on the theme of Bilibili + dog food, he thought writing the story would be easy.

After all, he didn’t need to come up with the video content himself. He could use existing material from content creators, making it a unique twist on traditional entertainment novels.

Then, using the common three-act plot structure, he planned to manage the storyline and pacing.

But now, Jiang Miao realized he had been too naive.

Traditional urban novels and slice-of-life dog food novels were quite different in their writing approaches.

In slice-of-life dog food novels, if the female lead didn’t appear for just one chapter, readers would flood the comments with complaints, as they were reading this book to eat dog food.

Readers didn’t have the patience for the Bilibili video-related plot setups nor the conventional face-slapping trope typical of traditional entertainment novels. These were aspects that slice-of-life novels needed to avoid.

Of course, there were novels that successfully blended traditional entertainment and dog food, balancing both elements and maintaining a coherent plot.

For example, My Wife Is the Queen of the Music Industry or This Star Came From a Parallel World.

Both were excellent examples.

But with Jiang Miao’s current writing skills, he clearly couldn’t sustain both a career storyline and a romantic storyline, ensuring they complemented each other without the plot falling apart.

Whenever Jiang Miao saw the 4,000-plus average subscription count on his dashboard, he would always feel a sense of pride.

But when he opened the books of big shots and savored their chapters one by one, noticing the subtle foreshadowing, the intricately crafted setups that captivated readers, and the emotional peaks at the climax, he realized his own limitations.

It was a desire to improve.

For writers, the scenes and stories in their minds were often rich and vivid.

But the ability to express them in words was limited.

Or rather, the creator’s ability to express them was limited.

If the scenes and plot in someone’s mind could be scored at 100 points, by the time they translated them into written words, it might only be 60 points.

Then, when the words reached the readers’ minds and formed a new image, there might only be 20 points left.

Therefore, the way an author perceived their story often differed greatly from how readers perceived it.

The difference lay in the authors’ ability to express themselves through words.

These days, having imaginative ideas wasn’t worth much.

What truly sustained an author, what they could rely on for a lifetime, was their skill in expressing ideas through words.

In more abstract terms, this could refer to writing style, narrative voice, or command of language, or more concretely, the use of buildup, foreshadowing, and the subtle weaving of elements that later came to fruition.

It could also be a well-timed, thematic metaphor, a simple yet fitting joke, or a witty remark that deepened the immersion and evoked laughter.

All of these combined formed an author’s toolkit, the assurance of efficient content delivery.

The author’s sole task was to transmit what was in their mind as clearly and completely as possible to the readers’ minds through words.

By doing so, the 100-point story could be delivered to the readers in its full, original form.

Jiang Miao was still a long way from reaching this level.

He was fortunate to have produced a high-quality book, having stumbled upon a genre that aligned with his ability to express himself through words.

This was also why many authors failed when attempting to switch genres.

An author might possess remarkable expressive ability in one genre.

But in switching to another, they might revert to being a novice again and be unable to display the same level of written expression.

As a result, the plot they believed was wonderful was diminished in the process of conveying it through words, and the readers didn’t receive the excitement it was meant to carry.

Jiang Miao was very self-aware about this.

He knew his journey was far from over.

Even though his results were good, even better than many established authors, it was far from enough. He still needed to keep learning and improving to ensure he wouldn’t fall behind on his creative path in the future.

…

Meanwhile, unaware of Jiang Miao’s introspective moment, Su Huaizhou, in her bedroom, found herself in another dilemma.

Looking at the three sets of hanfu spread out on her bed, she bit her lip, her face flushed with embarrassment and frustration.

Of course, it wasn’t that she couldn’t find hanfu. She even found three sets.

But just like with the JK uniforms last time, these three sets of hanfu… couldn’t truly be called hanfu anymore…

Although the fabric and patterns mimicked those of ancient hanfu, the style and cut were nothing like what true hanfu should look like, so… so…

Su Huaizhou covered her face with her hands and collapsed onto her bed with a soft cry. Her long legs flailed in frustration beside her, expressing her inner embarrassment. Why didn’t I think of it earlier?!

The hanfu she had bought were all the kind that couldn’t be worn in public!

In today’s industry climate, characters couldn’t wear too many clothes.

But to pass the review, the art team could only find ways to skirt the edges.

As a result, even garments like hanfu, which appeared modest with their layered design, had been modified into many provocative versions.

For example, the first bright yellow hanfu on Su Huaizhou’s left had a large open-back design that extended all the way to just above the tailbone.

For someone with a slightly slender figure and looser fabric, it would easily leak out.

Then there was the light blue hanfu in the middle. Although the hem reached all the way to the heels, it only covered the right half of the body, leaving the left side cut open to reveal an entire leg, even showing the skin at the waist.

The pure white hanfu on the far right was even more outrageous. Not only was the skirt so short that it was almost invisible, but the side of the waist lacked fabric altogether, held together only by a string of ties.

The moment Su Huaizhou saw this outfit, she remembered a female character she had once drawn, and two bright blushes spread across her face.

Back then, she had been so embarrassed that she hadn’t even shared this character with her best friend, Peach Jam.

After all, the drawing was indeed too lewd.

However, that had only been in the 2D world. But now, she was going to wear such a lewd outfit in the 3D world.

Moreover, she had to wear it for Junior Brother to see!

And he was even going to use it as reference material for his novel!

Thinking about this, Su Huaizhou immediately felt regretful.

She regretted not asking that game company for a few more daring male character cosplay outfits.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be losing out so much now.

…

Jiang Miao had no idea about Su Huaizhou’s inner conflict.

He only knew that when the bedroom door opened and Senior Sister walked out, his mind went blank.

Of course, Su Huaizhou didn’t pick the most revealing pure white hanfu but hesitated between the light blue and bright yellow ones.

In the end, she chose the light blue hanfu.

After all, when she wore the JK uniform last time, her long legs had already been exposed to Junior Brother.

This time, the light blue hanfu only exposed one leg. Although it revealed up to her waist, it was still better than showing her bare back.

“I-is it okay?” Su Huaizhou feigned nonchalance as she walked in front of Jiang Miao, but she struggled to hold the skirt’s hem and suppress the urge to twirl.

After all, with a skirt like this, if she twirled, she was afraid everything would be exposed.

Even so, Jiang Miao still felt his breath catch when he saw Senior Sister walking out in the light blue hanfu.

A simple “Yes” was all he could manage to say.

Although there were many beautiful and poetic words in his mind, saying them would only highlight the limitations of language.

It was as though no matter how he described the female lead’s beauty in his book, it still wouldn’t be as direct as a lewd image.

Looking at Senior Sister in this outfit, her bare shoulders, fair thighs, and graceful figure hidden beneath the hanfu, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Su Huaizhou didn’t need an elaborate response. Just seeing his expression and gaze told her how stunning she appeared in Junior Brother’s eyes.

“But Senior Sister, why is your hanfu like this?” Jiang Miao blinked, pointing at the long leg exposed on the left side. “It’s a bit different from the hanfu I imagined.”

“This is the reference I used for my drawing,” Su Huaizhou explained through gritted teeth. “Normal hanfu isn’t that revealing.”

“I see~” Jiang Miao said cheerfully.

But he was curious, wondering how many more clothes like this—those meant for reference—were hidden in Senior Sister’s wardrobe.

He really wanted to see every single one.

… At least three times.

“So, how are you going to get material?” Su Huaizhou tilted her head and asked. “Don’t tell me you’re just going to look at me like this?”

“Ahem…” Jiang Miao cleared his throat, took out his phone, and looked at the updated outline. With a serious expression, he said, “In my story, the male lead will personally help the female lead change into the hanfu he bought for her.”

“… Go to hell!”

With a loud smack, she pressed his head back against the couch.

“Wait, wait!” He struggled. “Senior Sister, calm down!”

“I’m very calm.” She harrumphed coldly. “Someone else needs to calm down more.”

“I’m just explaining the plot. I didn’t actually have any intention of doing it!” Jiang Miao tried to explain.

“What if I agree?” Su Huaizhou asked with a sly smile.

“Well, it’s not impossible.” His eyes lit up as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

Then there was another loud smack as his head was pressed back against the couch.

Su Huaizhou harrumphed coldly. “And you still say you’re not.”

At this moment, Su Huaizhou had kneeled on the couch to keep Jiang Miao’s head in place, her left knee positioned between his legs.

He actually found it quite comfortable with Senior Sister’s hand pressing down on his head, so he simply stopped resisting and reached out to embrace her slender waist.

But his hand didn’t land on the right spot and ended up resting on her exposed left thigh.

The soft, smooth sensation spread from his fingertips to his brain, causing him to freeze for a moment as his instincts urged him to touch a few more times.

Even the finest satin couldn’t compare the silkiness of her skin.

Su Huaizhou felt the sneaky hand on her thigh and immediately blushed. She quickly released Jiang Miao and jumped off the couch, clutching her skirt tightly as she tried to cover up the exposed part of her left leg.

However, with the scant fabric, it was clearly futile and only served to make her look even more alluring.

“Besides undressing, how else do you plan to get material?” Su Huaizhou glared at him, gritting her teeth. “When you changed clothes to help me get material, I didn’t act like this!”

“So does that mean everything you’ve done is fair game?” Jiang Miao asked teasingly as he got up from the couch and moved closer to her.

Su Huaizhou still remembered her actions earlier when she was gathering material. The thought of how she had touched everywhere made her cheeks instantly flush.

Just as she was about to shake her head, Junior Brother placed his hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her into his embrace from behind.

Then his mischievous hand slid down from her shoulder, brushed over her arm and waist, and finally landed on her left thigh, where there was no fabric.

When Junior Brother’s fingers touched her skin again, Su Huaizhou trembled slightly. She bit her lip, her eyes glistening with moisture.

Touching herself had never felt like this.

But when the person she liked caressed her body, a wonderful electric current seemed to flow between them, sending tingles throughout her body and making her head spin.

By the time Su Huaizhou returned to her senses, Jiang Miao’s hand had slipped through the gap at her waist and rested on her lower abdomen.

This time, there was no barrier.

Su Huaizhou felt her lower abdomen burning as Jiang Miao’s large hand covered it, making her feel as if it had turned into a furnace.

Soon, waves of heat began to spread from her lower abdomen, flowing through to every corner of her body, making her entire body hot.

“Senior Sister, you’re so beautiful.”

Junior Brother’s praise in her ear sounded immature, but Su Huaizhou didn’t find it insincere. As long as he complimented her, even with the simplest words, a sweetness would stir in her heart.

Then Jiang Miao withdrew his hand and gently repositioned Senior Sister in his arms, turning her to face him.

The two stood face-to-face, gazing at each other. Eventually, she couldn’t withstand the intense heat in his eyes and turned her gaze away.

But the arm around her waist held her firmly in place, not allowing her to escape. She could only feel his breath growing closer, drawing near again.

… Until her cheek could clearly feel each of Junior Brother’s breaths.

“Are you still gathering material?” Su Huaizhou asked softly.

“Of course,” Jiang Miao said seriously. “It’s the Qixi Festival. A kissing scene between the male and female leads is a must. Otherwise, I’ll be scolded to death by the readers.”

“Oh.” Su Huaizhou’s gaze, which had turned away, returned to Jiang Miao.

The next moment, she stood on her tiptoes and gently pressed her lips against Junior Brother’s.

Jiang Miao blinked, feeling that the script was a bit off.

Shouldn’t it be Senior Sister shyly avoiding him, only to be kissed by him in the end?

Why was he the one being kissed?

But Su Huaizhou didn’t give him a moment to think. She had already kissed him once, twice, thrice.

The soft sensation was like sweet poison. Even though he knew it was a trap, he couldn’t stop himself from falling into it.

Su Huaizhou felt his large hand tighten around her waist, and her lips completely lost the initiative.

Unknowingly, her hands wrapped around Junior Brother’s neck. She closed her eyes, her face flushed bright red.

If gathering material was like this, she wouldn’t mind doing it a few more times.