The Super Universe Leveling Game

"What?" Dongfang Qingyu stopped and looked at her. Yang Qiuyu's face was flushed red with shyness.    

"Inside...under... underpant... I haven't taken off my pants yet!" Yang Qiuyu's eyelashes drooped, and she did not dare to look at Dongfang Qingyu at all.    

Dongfang Qingyu naturally knew that she had not taken it off. He thought that it would not affect anything with such a small piece of cloth. Also, it was too private. Now that Yang Qiuyu knew about it, it was not good for him to pretend to be deaf and mute. Returning to the bed, he reached his hand into the blanket. The delicate body that he touched was boiling hot, and Yang Qiuyu hid under the blanket, not daring to look at Dongfang Qingyu the entire time.    

"Where is the washing machine?" Dongfang Qingyu asked. It was a very simple task, and it took a long time to complete. When he stood up, he felt that his face was a little hot.    

"This can't be washed in the washing machine," Yang Qiuyu said in a low voice.    

"It can't be washed in the washing machine? Then how will it be washed?" Dongfang Qingyu was curious.    

"Wash your hands. Put it by the side. There is a basket. Wait for me to recover before washing it." Yang Qiuyu covered her face with the blanket, not daring to stick her head out.    

"Ugh!" Dongfang Qingyu originally wanted to say that she would wash the clothes herself, but after thinking about it, she decided against it. She didn't know if there was anything special about washing close-fitting clothes. He had taken off quite a lot of clothes, but he had never washed them, so he didn't have any experience.    

Inside the wardrobe, there were all sorts of clothes, sexy clothes, hot clothes, lady-like clothes, retro-style clothes... It was just like a small clothing store. Some of the clothes couldn't be any smaller, and no one knew how to cover Yang Qiuyu's hot body. Some of the clothes were just a long piece of cloth with a few holes. No one knew how they were worn, but Dongfang Qingyu felt that she couldn't put them on with her imagination. There was also another piece of clothes, which was a fishing net. If she wore this kind of clothes, nothing would be able to cover it.    

Dongfang Qingyu looked at it for a long time before she found the pattern. She took out a set of clothes that looked like pajamas the most.    

"Give me a towel. I want to wipe it." Yang Qiuyu whispered. Dongfang Qingyu found the towel. Yang Qiuyu only wiped the area on her chest and was already out of breath. Dongfang Qingyu couldn't stand it any longer and took the initiative to help.    

Yang Qiuyu had probably been waiting for Dongfang Qingyu's words for a long time. She closed her eyes and waited to enjoy it. Because she lifted the blanket, Dongfang Qingyu raised the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees. The towel slid across Yang Qiuyu's skin, smooth, soft, and warm. Yang Qiuyu had been exercising for a long time, but her muscles were not as strong and hard as a man. Instead, they were very soft and elastic.    

Dongfang Qingyu was wiping her sweat seriously at first, but later on, for some reason, it became a massage. She did not even notice that the towel had fallen to the ground, and Yang Qiuyu's face was flushed red, and her breathing was rapid...    

The light in Yang Qiuyu's bedroom was also intelligent. When everything quieted down, the light became much dimmer. Everything looked yellow, as if it was dusk.    

"Where's the thermometer?" In a daze, Dongfang Qingyu suddenly remembered that Yang Qiuyu was still a patient. She instantly woke up and opened her eyes.    

"In the drawer of the bedside table." Yang Qiuyu's breathing was slightly more rapid than usual. Her hands and feet did not have much strength, but her eyes were bright and there was no pain between her brows.    

Dongfang Qingyu found a thermometer to measure Yang Qiuyu. Hey, something unexpected happened. It was 37.5 degrees Celsius, and she still had a slight fever, but it was much better than before.    

"How is it?" Yang Qiuyu saw Dongfang Qingyu's strange expression and felt a little uneasy.    

"37.5 degrees!" Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"No fever?" Yang Qiuyu asked.    

"There's a little more, but it's about time. How are you feeling yourself?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

"I still feel a little dizzy, but my body doesn't hurt anymore. I don't feel as bad as before," Yang Qiuyu said.    

"Is it the fever medicine that works, or am I the one?" Dongfang Qingyu looked at Yang Qiuyu with a naughty smile on her face. The fever had already subsided, and his mood had relaxed.    

Yang Qiuyu's face had almost recovered, and it was red again. Her eyes were flashing, and she didn't dare to look Dongfang Qingyu in the eye. After a while, she said, "Pumpkin porridge is effective!"    

"That makes sense!" Dongfang Qingyu was stunned and asked, "Are you hungry?"    

"I'm hungry!" Yang Qiuyu nodded honestly. How could she not be hungry? After crazily working for more than two hours, her sweat had reached two kilograms, and she was still a patient.    

There was only a microwave on the first floor. Dongfang Qingyu carried the pumpkin congee and other food downstairs and heated them up before bringing them back. He called Yang Qiuyu to eat something. He was also a little hungry.    

"I'm not wearing clothes yet!" Yang Qiuyu wrapped herself in the blanket and suddenly became shy.    

"The clothes are tied around the body. It is not good for digestion, and there is nothing valuable. That is the standard way to eat." Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"What nonsense!" Yang Qiuyu naturally did not believe it.    

Dongfang Qingyu threw her pajamas far away. Yang Qiuyu grabbed empty air with her extended arm, covered her mouth, and looked at him with an aggrieved expression.    

"Didn't I not wear it too?" Dongfang Qingyu was calm and did not feel embarrassed at all.    

"I want you to feed me!" Yang Qiuyu acted like a spoiled child.    

"This is my honor." Dongfang Qingyu felt that it was very interesting. He deliberately rubbed the porridge against Yang Qiuyu's lower lip and admired the wonderful posture of Yang Qiuyu licking her lips with her tongue.    

Perhaps she was really hungry, or perhaps it was Yang Qiuyu's normal appetite. It was just that she had been sick and couldn't eat before, so she ate four small bowls this time.    

"Am I good at eating?" Seeing that the pumpkin porridge was almost finished, Yang Qiuyu felt a little embarrassed.    

"You're far worse than me. What else do you want to eat? I'll order something good. "Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"No need. I'm already very full. After sleeping, it's about time. I can cook and eat by myself." Yang Qiuyu quickly refused.    

Although the food outside was delicious, she was used to cooking by herself.    

"Speaking of which, it's still a little dangerous to live at home alone." Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"Sicknesses are relatively rare. For a fever to be so serious this time, it should be a special situation." Yang Qiuyu said.    

"Hurry up and hire a nanny or something like that. Otherwise, no one will know if anything happens to you," Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"I don't feel safe anymore when you say that." Yang Qiuyu's face revealed a trace of fear.    

"I didn't say that. It was just that something like this would happen. Just like today, if it wasn't for the phone right beside you, you would have been lying on the ground without taking any medicine. Your fever would have been worse and worse, and the temperature would have been higher and higher. What if your brain was burned out?" Dongfang Qingyu said.    

Yang Qiuyu shrank her neck, not daring to think about it.    

"Such a beautiful lady, but her brain is bad. She didn't even know how to resist when she was taken advantage of, and she even happily went up to greet her. The consequences would be miserable." Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"Stop talking!" Yang Qiuyu covered her ears.    

"That's very likely," Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"But, I don't want to live with the nanny." Yang Qiuyu looked at Dongfang Qingyu pitifully.    

"It's fine to work hours too," Dongfang Qingyu said.    

Yang Qiuyu did not say anything, but judging by her expression, it was obvious that she was unwilling.    

"What are you doing at home?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

"I have a plan!" Yang Qiuyu said.    

"What?" Dongfang Qingyu was curious.    

"The script!" Yang Qiuyu said.    

"Script? The script for the movie?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

"It's not all about movies, television series, stage dramas, skits, and so on. There will be a little." Yang Qiuyu said.    

"I didn't expect that you would know this. Amazing!" Dongfang Qingyu had a whole new level of respect for him.    

"At the beginning of the year, there was nothing much to do. I was reading by myself, and the more I read, the more fascinated I became. I didn't have any achievements, just a rookie," Yang Qiuyu said embarrassedly.    

"It's already very powerful. Do you have a finished product? Let me read it." Dongfang Qingyu asked expectantly.    

"There are a lot of drafts, but they are too bad. I can't even look at them myself. It is too horrible to look at. I have been carefully writing one for two months, but it's not finished yet. I can't let you see it now." Yang Qiuyu said.    

"Have you thrown them anywhere?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

"The Qixi and Mid-Autumn Festival in the district used my script. One was a skit, the other was a scene short drama, the scene short drama received a third prize, and a drama script was sent to a company in Hong Kong. The price was 100 yuan per episode. I was so angry that I shattered the script." Yang Qiu Yu said.    

"How long does it take to write one episode?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

"I write relatively slowly. Sometimes one day, and sometimes two days." Yang Qiuyu said.    

"Then how many episodes did you write?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

"45 episodes!" Yang Qiuyu said.    

"In other words, 4500 yuan," Dongfang Qingyu said.    

Yang Qiuyu pouted. Her monthly electricity bill was more than 4500 yuan.    

"It's just the beginning. For a newcomer, this price is already not bad. I heard that a lot of superstars who just wrote songs for others have their songs returned. It's already very good that they are willing to give a price for your script." Dongfang Qingyu comforted.    

"My writing speed is relatively slow now. Through the previous creations, I deeply feel my inadequacies. Now, two-thirds of my time is spent on reading books and enriching myself, and one-third of my time is spent on thinking and writing." Yang Qiuyu said.    

"Reading books is a very good habit. Doesn't that mean that your life is very enriching every day?" Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"Yeah, reading books always passes very quickly." Yang Qiuyu sighed with emotion. Every time she stopped to look out of the window, she realized that a month had passed.    

Dongfang Qingyu understood the reason why she rarely saw Yang Qiuyu in the past few months.    

"Do you want to go back?" Yang Qiuyu looked at the time. It was very late.    

"Sleep first. I'll go back when you fall asleep." Dongfang Qingyu said.    

"I can't fall asleep right now," Yang Qiuyu whispered. She had just finished eating and was not sleepy at all.    

"Do you have a more magnificent script that has a huge scene like the one in the Demon World?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

"There's a system in the Xianxia world of the East, but there are too many gods in the East, so the system is not easy to categorize. I'm still reading, so I have to figure out the order of appearance of these gods as well as their status in the world of immortals and their fame in the mortal world. If I don't figure this out, there will be a big loophole in the script, but there are too many gods in the world of immortals. I remember that my head is spinning, and every time I read a book, I find that the system is different, and it gives me a headache." Yang Qiuyu said.    

"No rush. If you want to figure this out, the experts will have to put in a lot of effort." Dongfang Qingyu said. When the topic reached the Eastern Deity, there would be a lot to talk about. Dongfang Qingyu's original intention was to let Yang Qiuyu fall asleep while they were talking, but he did not expect that the more Yang Qiuyu spoke, the more excited she became. On the contrary, his eyelids kept drooping, and he fell asleep unknowingly.    

Chapter 15 - The God of Death