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Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky grabbed at his hair in frustration at the comments of his latest chapter update. His computer screen was constantly updating from the rapid influx of commenters discussing the final chapter to the long web novel. Proud Immortal Demon Way was by far his most successful series. It was a shame to see it finished, I mean, the pay it generated gave him the roof over his head and the empty cups of instant ramen littering his desk.
The comment section was full of people complaining about how they were unsatisfied with PIDW not having more wives– ahem– adventures for Binghe to embark on.
Airplane sighed and closed his computer. His fanbase of bastards asked for an ending so he gave it to them, and now they were going to demand more? He gave a small smirk, at least he still had their attention and wallets wrapped around his little finger. He would milk even more engagement from them with his next work. Maybe a sequel to PIDW or a spin-off series, he’ll have to think on that later. Right now, he was going to treat himself to some ice cream to celebrate finishing this long ass piece of writing.
As he enjoyed the feeling of the cold in his mouth and the richness of flavor from his favorite brand of ice cream, he felt a bit proud of himself for committing to finish PIDW. He felt like he was losing motivation so many times, but he always pumped out thousand word chapter updates everyday. He never failed in that.
'I was actually able to live off the money from my writing. I can’t believe it,' he thought with a small smile on his face. 'I was able to prove my parents wrong. This is great!'
Airplane stood with a jolt, filled with a wave of motivation for writing something, anything really. He forgot about the bowl in his lap which spilled everything onto the floor and covered his computer cords.
'Shit.. I made a mess.'
He deflated a bit and grabbed a washcloth to wipe up the ice cream.
'It even got into the outlet. Shit shit shit…'
Airplane tried to stand but tripped over the cords and face planted into the wall next to the now wet and sparking outlet. He passed out from hitting his head on that damn wall.
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Shang Qinghua woke up next to Mobei-jun cuddling him from behind.
'Another dream huh? Figures.'
He sighs and cuddles back into Mobei-jun’s chest. It really was so large and comfortable!
After a few hours, Mobei-jun awoke as well. He brought the man next to him as close as he could without crushing his poor human. Shang Qinghua groans and wakes back up. His human stretched and sat up, then looked down at Mobei-jun with a slight frown on his face.
“My King.. you nearly crushed me awake again.” He let out a yawn and scowled at his husband again. “I do better work for you without broken ribs.”
Mobei-jun grunted acknowledgement and pulled Shang Qinghua back down to snuggle. “You will work better if I am not tired.”
“My King, We have much to do today—” His complaint was interrupted by an order to be quiet.
Shang Qinghua contemplated slipping out of bed once his king was asleep again so the paperwork wouldn't pile up. He waited a while then tried to slip out. He couldn’t move. Mobei-jun’s arms were wrapped too tightly around him and wouldn’t budge.
He wept silently for his future self having mountains of paperwork left for him to do.