The girl blew a warm breeze into his ears. Juan Mu slowly came to his senses, looked at the beautiful worried eyes around him, and turned his eyes a little slow to the hand holding his stomach in front of him. The boy, a fan of his new job, suppressed his excitement and asked to shake his hand. His eyes were shining. Fang Mu stiffly raised the corner of his mouth and held the other person's hand, "Thank you...thank you for liking my book."
"I love you so much Mr. Wom. The true identity of Lin Peng, the main character in your new work, undergoes a final reversal at the end. It's really unexpected and makes the tone of the story suddenly more frightening and suffocating. ...” Fan Boy He was clearly his faithful reader, and as soon as he picked up the content of the book, he immediately expressed his thoughts, and the admiration in his eyes was hidden.
Fang Mu could see that the person in front of him really liked the book he had written, but he was a little confused. In fact, he couldn't clearly hear what the other person was saying behind him. He just blurts out his eyes and pretends to be listening attentively, then says it over and over again. "Thank you," I said in a slightly apologetic tone.
"Ever since I read your book, I don't know why I can't sleep. Maybe it's because I get too excited. I can dream about big frogs and toads..." The fan boy innocently shook his head. I scratched it and took it. Signed book. Shu leaves while saying his last words.
Hearing this, Fang Mu trembled for no reason, as if the depths of his soul had been pierced by a silver needle. The cold, tingling sensation that had entered his soul welled up in his mind. A large, curved shadow appeared in his mind. He opened his eyes wide and counted. Big red eyes stared at him strangely, but in a blink of an eye, everything was gone again.
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