What a pity.

Although William Parker is a real person, I know nothing about him. After years of lacking social interaction, I no longer know how to communicate properly with strangers; Henry Clark appears so illusory, yet in my own experience, she feels like family, as if we've been together for many years.

At the very least, we've been together through every day and night from the conception of this book until now.

She is the most familiar stranger.

However, Brian Carter forgot that Henry Clark doesn't understand the etiquette of a handshake.

Henry Clark stared coldly at his outstretched hand, her expression shifting from calm to flushed, then to livid.

With a loud "bang," Brian Carter was completely knocked to the ground, even the chair overturned.

"Lecher! You want to touch me already? What do you take me, Henry Clark, for!"

What does it mean, "the woman created from all his beautiful fantasies"?

What is he thinking?

His original intention in writing this woman was for his own fantasies—how utterly perverse!

Brian Carter crouched down, clutching his head: "Damn, it was just a handshake... I—I need to add a patch, Henry Clark needs to understand these things first!"

Henry Clark viciously kicked him: "Before your so-called patch, shouldn't you first explain what you meant by, 'If she wants a man, it should be the Father God of Creation'?"

It's over, there's no getting past this hurdle.

Combined with this "hand touching," the image of this old pervert seems deeply ingrained and impossible to wash away.

Brian Carter could only clutch his head and say, "Since you don't want to get entangled with Ryan Carter, there has to be a way to resolve the previous train of thought. This narrative turn is the most reasonable. If Henry Clark is going to look for a man, of course it has to be someone at the level of a creator god. If you don't believe me, look at the book reviews—they're all praising it!"

The book reviews that used to make him uncomfortable actually came in handy!

However, Henry Clark couldn't care less about book reviews: "Why should I look for a man! That kind of thinking shouldn't even exist! Change it back!"

Brian Carter clutched his head and fell silent.

"Say something! Weren't you just so eloquent? Cat got your tongue?"

"...Seems like I can't change it."

"?"

"It's already finalized and published, how can I change it now... Besides, the way it's written just means that if she were to look for a man, it would be someone of that level. It doesn't mean she has to. Are you interested in me now? No, right? If not, why are you so anxious?"

Henry Clark's chest heaved with anger.

You've said everything already?

But I never had any intention of looking for a man in the first place, why should I! Besides, doesn't this mean that if I ever wanted a man, the target would be you?

Whether I'm interested or not is my business—does that excuse your own perverted intentions?

So infuriating. She couldn't kill him, and even hitting him, she was afraid of accidentally using too much force and killing him. Revising the manuscript herself was useless, so what could she do?

Why is it that the woman of his most beautiful fantasies is someone who could beat him to death at any moment? Could it be that this man has a hidden masochistic streak?

Henry Clark's gaze became a little strange.

Of course, Brian Carter is not a masochist.

It's just the thrill of "conquering a woman who is high and mighty"—something unattainable in reality, so why can't he indulge in a little fantasy in his writing?

As a result, maybe because the setting was too lofty, the female lead on the verge of ascension broke through the dimensional wall and came out...

Now it's really hard not to get domestically abused... Wait, why did he think of domestic abuse?

In any case, Brian Carter could already foresee his own dark days ahead. That earlier display of confidence was just to try to seize the initiative, but with such a huge gap in strength, how could he win with just words? Now that he's been labeled a pervert, what should he do?

Brian Carter hugged his head, sneaking a glance upward, and saw a magnificent, undulating sight.

That jade-belted slender waist, grand curves, delicate nose and small mouth, skin like creamy jade, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes sharp and solemn, exuding a mature and dignified aura.

Truly hits all his XPs...

No wonder she's the perfect woman of his fantasies—perfect figure, perfect face, perfect temperament, every part of her strikes his dreams.

"What are you looking at?" Henry Clark's voice sounded as if it came from the depths of the underworld: "Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Brian Carter finally sighed and said, "Judge the actions, not the intentions. In your world, there are at least thousands who have fantasized about you, even the sect disciples look at you with shifty eyes—are you going to kill them all?"

"Are they the same as you?"

Your very purpose in writing is perverse, and you might even continue to impose your thoughts on me. What if you really write that I fall in love with you? Henry Clark didn't say this out loud—she was afraid that if he hadn't thought of it before, she'd just be reminding him.

Brian Carter said, "Actually, even if my original intention in writing you wasn't pure, so what? I didn't know you would become a real person. Is it a crime to have fantasies... Like I said before, maybe it was before, but from now on I'll treat you as a real person and respect you. The things you worry about... won't happen."

So, she was worried about reminding him, but in fact, he was perfectly clear, already knowing what she feared.

Suddenly, Henry Clark felt that not only did he understand her, he was also very smart and perceptive.

Brian Carter snuck another glance at her, not sure if he'd passed the test. Actually, his words had dodged one implication: he really was interested in her. If he saw her as a real person, he wouldn't write about her—but he could try to pursue her.