"Miss Qu, the readers' reviews are quite fair, and I really appreciate your courage, but you need to improve your observation of details," Mr. Wen said, massaging Qu Yi as he pointed out her issues, which gave her a strange feeling amidst the tension—as if the ghost behind her was not a ghost, but a kind and familiar boy next door.
"Thank you, Mr. Wen, it's just a game, after all, I hope... I hope you won't take it too seriously." Qu Yi caught Mr. Wen's hand, which was massaging her, and gently shook it. Her cheeks flushed, her voice timid and coquettish, "Mr. Wen, could you please help me? I really want to win, and if you like, I can stay with you until before midnight."
In her desperation, Qu Yi went all out, even willing to use her charm, especially since the novelist Mr. Wen was quite a catch himself.