Chapter 69 - Warfarin Was About to Become a Great Writer (2/2)

To scare the editor into dropping his pants, the quality of this book was without a doubt.

However, he did not know if this editor would hold a grudge against Warfarin because of this reason?

“Oh, that’s amazing!”

It should not be. After all, under normal circumstances, this kind of book would still be relatively happy.

That was because, although you were not ugly, you had also discovered such excellent work.

In this day and age, who would argue with money?

Towards Flanders’ praise, Warfarin felt very pleased.

“Hmph, I believe that in a short while, I will be like that Emil, becoming the first female writer in this school to have results.”

Hearing her mention Emil, a strange light flashed in Flanders’ eyes.

Amir was now a well-known figure in the entire university.

As early as a few days ago, Warfarin had already regarded Emil as his target.

“Then when I tell others in the future, I can also proudly say that my girlfriend is a famous author.”

“Go ahead and show off.”

Looking at the cute Warfarin in front of him, Flanders did not mind playing a couple of games with him.

He looked at him affectionately, his eyes slowly filled with love.

“I’m proud of you, baby.”

Acting, with the help of Disguise, all the best actors on Flanders’ side were weak.

Fake to make it look real? No, if it were Flanders acting, then everything would be real.

In this warm and sweet atmosphere, warfarin was moved on the spot, and his eyes seemed to be about to water.

“Dear, today we…”

Warfarin placed one leg directly on Flanders’ legs and kept rubbing it against them.

If this was not a public place, Warfarin might not have let Flanders see her in heat on the spot.

Feeling Warfarin’s small movements, Flanders looked at her in amusement.

“Why? Weren’t you still very resistant before?”

Ever since she started writing, Flanders had been chased out by Warfarin because she did not want to be disturbed, and he was not allowed to continue staying in the dormitory.

Flanders naturally knew that Warfarin was traumatized because of his recent nightmare.

In the end, although the process was comfortable, she could not bear it if the results were always so terrifying.

Whether it was physically or mentally, it was hard to accept.

And Flanders did not care about this. Although sex was comfortable, what made Flanders even more fascinated was to become stronger.

In this world, only an increase in strength could make Flanders so fascinated.

As long as he had strength, no matter who blocked him, Flanders wouldn’t be afraid.

Regarding Flanders’ teasing, Warfarin knew that she was wrong, and her tone was very gentle.

She enthusiastically twisted her graceful body beside Flanders, trying to arouse Flanders’ desire.

Her mouth was close to Flanders’ ear, and Warfarin tried to fool him.

“I was feeling sorry for you. I’ve read in books that men can not engage in such behavior at a high frequency, or else it will have a serious impact on the body.”

From an objective point of view, high-frequency sex would indeed affect a person’s physical health.

But to Flanders, this strange person, there was no such effect or problem.

He was not a human being in the first place. His illness had never been related to him.

Moreover, in the past, when Warfarin was crazy, she wished that she could hang on to him 24 hours a day, every minute and every second.

Flanders did not expose her and treated her as if what she said was true.

“That night, I’ll bring a bottle of wine over tonight. Let’s celebrate properly.”

“Mmm-hmm!”