After writing a few chapters, I found that it is very difficult to write about a handsome guy who relies on his face for a living. The plot has been a bit weird recently, and it doesn’t feel like a daily life. When I write it, I don’t feel the same sense of satisfaction (the author’s sense of satisfaction) and it feels very awkward.
I spent a lot of time yesterday, and the DJ next door kept playing so noisy that I coded two chapters intermittently.
After thinking about it in the afternoon, I decided to take the route that the author is good at, and go out early to get some experience. Forget about the love story about picking up girls. I really can't write it. The protagonist is still good at conquering girls with muscles and big dicks. If you don't accept it, you are reckless.