At that moment, Hajime Anze thought that there was something wrong with his ears and that he had misheard.

When he came back to his senses, Hajime Anze was shocked.

After living for so many years in both his previous and current lives, he was truly shocked by this big brother.

In his previous life, he was not the only one who wrote tragic novels. Although readers wanted to send him a blade to change the ending, they did not actually do so.

He did not expect himself to experience the fate of being threatened by others when he transmigrated to ancient times.

Big brother, have you been possessed by the resentment of all the readers since ancient times?

No, it's just Tangmen.

"Sorry," Hajime Anze said softly after a moment of silence, "I will not change the ending of the novel."

Change the ending?

Change the ending of BE to HE?

That's impossible.

What is tragedy?

Tragedy is the destruction of the most beautiful scene in front of your eyes.

In reality, there is no such thing as sweetness and beauty under the moonlight. There are many tragedies.

Crying?

It's normal for them to cry. What I want is to make them cry. Otherwise, how can I show my stepmother attributes?

The more pitiful I cry, the more it shows that my writing skills and ideas are better!

However, Hajime Anze could not say that, especially not in front of this person who seemed to be in the late stages of sis-con.

If he did, he would be courting death.

How old was he in this life? He did not want to die.

Therefore, this time, Hajime Anze spoke first.

"Hero, you must be someone who has traveled extensively and seen many things. In your opinion, what is this girl most afraid of?"

Hajime Anze always spoke softly and slowly. Even if there was a knife to his neck, he was still calm. This made his words more convincing and convincing, "She's afraid of marrying the wrong man."

"Most of the girls who are raised in the boudoir are eager to fly together under the moonlight, hoping that they will meet the right person at the right time.

I don't deny that there are good men in this world, but is it rare to marry the wrong man? "

"Why would the girls cry when I write a tragic novel?

Because before they get married, their dreams of their future husband are always sweet words, affectionate and infatuated, and completely exclusive to them.

But do you think their fantasies are realistic? "

"If it were real, why would there be so many tragedies after elopement?"

"As for me, all I did was shatter their fantasies."

"So?" The voice behind the mask seemed to be smiling.

"I won't change the ending."

Hajime Anze said firmly, "Compared to those 'Gifted Scholar and Beautiful Lady' books, I'd rather stick to my conscience and write the worst possible scenario."

"Oh, do you think you can convince me by saying that?" The young man's words made a lot of sense.

How many noble ladies had been deceived into eloping after reading the novels of those scholars and beauties?

Looking at Katō Haru's tragic stories, at least she would be able to keep her guard up when the Playboy tried to deceive her with his flowery words.

Emmmm, but with their Tangmen daughter's reservedness (?)

Aloof (!)

With her intelligent personality, she would definitely not be deceived and elope with a man.

… There was no need to talk about what happened after that. How badly he was hurt in Goldwater Town in the future was how badly he was slapped in the face.

"What about the other one?"

"What?

What other one? "What else?

"Add more chapters. You've written too little in one go." He smacked his lips. "It's not enough."

Hajime Anze was speechless.

Are you really not possessed by the resentment of all the readers in ancient and modern times, from top to bottom?

If it had been anyone else, they might have agreed to it. However, when it came to An Zeyi, there was no way he would be so arrogant as to say that, because …

He was someone with two aliases!

He was, he was the one who wrote the two novels!

He had always been someone who wrote original novels, not plagiarizing!

"Why?

This request isn't too much, right? "

Tang Wu-le touched Hajime Anze's face with his gloved hand. His voice sounded like he was saying, "If you don't agree, I'll kill you right now."

Hajime Anze moved uncomfortably. The knife on his left and the claw on his right made him hate the feeling of being powerless and controlled.

Yes, Hajime Anze had a strong desire for control. It was not that he liked to control others. In fact, this guy hated trouble and was not very interested in power. Instead, he liked to plan his own life and control his body and emotions.

Well, if the subject of this desire for control was himself, it could be called self-discipline.

This was also the reason why his parents in his previous life were very assured of him. He would read novels and play games like other children. When he grew up, he also gambled a few times when he went to Macau with other people. However, he only gambled a few times. He liked it, but he would never overdo it, let alone indulge in it.

What Hajime Anze did not know was that it was precisely because of this desire for control that he had a deep-rooted resistance to hot kisses and sex. He resisted the physical loss of control. It was also because of this that Yuan Xu always felt that Hajime Anze did not like to have sex with him. Because of this, he felt that it was reasonable for him to cheat on him.

And now, because of Hajime Anze's posture, this feeling surged up again.

Hajime Anze was silent for a moment. His neck turned in the direction of the knife.

"Are you crazy?" The hand on Hajime Anze's face quickly moved to his neck, pulling him away from the knife.

Tang Wu-le was speechless!

Didn't he just ask him to write more?

Did he have to be so resistant?

If that's the case …

The finger on Hajime Anze's neck moved and pressed on his sleeping acupoint.

If you don't want to write more, then go to Tangmen Castle and write until you can't write anymore.

Hajime Anze's body was unbelievably light. Tang Wu-le remembered that Hajime Anze's bones were as thin as a woman's and carried him out of the door.

At this time, dawn had arrived. With the help of the sunlight, Tang Wu-le saw Hajime Anze's face and was stunned.

Hajime Anze's skin was as white as the first snow, yet as smooth and delicate as jade. His snow-white undershirt made his skin look even more crystalline and soft.

Hajime Anze did not sleep for the latter half of the night, so he looked a little tired. However, this did not hide his ethereal aura. Under the soft sunlight, his body seemed to be surrounded by a light haze. It felt as if he could ascend to immortality in the next moment.

Hajime Anze's thick and long eyelashes left a faint shadow on his cheeks. His black hair, which looked as if it had been washed by snow, was scattered on his arms. It made his palm-sized face look even more beautiful and charming than it did at night.

In the past, he had always thought that his brother, Tang Wuxun, was the best-looking man among all the men with feminine features. His face was as clear as jade, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his lips were as red as cinnabar. But now, looking at him, it seemed that Hajime Anze was better looking.

Emmmm, if he brought Hajime Anze back to Tangmen like this, would his brother, who had no integrity, do something to this kid?

Maybe he should keep an eye on him when he was free.