Qiao Yu suddenly finds herself transported into an unfinished romance novel, and a system informs her that she must continue writing the story based on the events in the book’s world. As she opens the writing interface, she notices two floating orbs resembling computer assistants—one labeled “Reader Satisfaction” and the other “OOC Level.” Qiao Yu: What are these? System: Those are your destiny. As Qiao Yu takes on the role of a classmate of the male and female protagonists, her life becomes hectic as she struggles to find suitable material for the story. She wants to write about the sweet school life of the male and female protagonists sitting together, but her seat mysteriously ends up between them, and the male protagonist refuses to switch places with her. Feeling confused, Qiao Yu can only write in her story: “Love is a hand that wants to touch but pulls back, and the appropriate distance brings them closer.” She also wants to depict the emotional progress of the male and female protagonists during their travels, but throughout the entire trip, they separate and she ends up spending her time with the female protagonist, going out during the day and soaking in hot springs at night. The only thing she knows for certain is that the female protagonist has a nice figure, but she doesn’t dare write about it in the story. The story progresses slowly with extensive psychological descriptions, and both orbs’ values remain stable. The comments section is filled with praise, hailing her as a writer who excels in portraying delicate emotions. Only Qiao Yu knows that she has nothing to write about, and she laments quietly, “Why is the progress so slow?” While Qiao Yu is lost in her thoughts, Lin Qing, who is feeding her dried fruits, suddenly grabs the back of her head and kisses her. After a moment, Lin Qing releases her and reveals a deep, night-like gaze in her usually clear eyes. She softly smiles and asks, “Is it still slow now?” Qiao Yu completely freezes, and in her mind, the two orbs from the writing interface and the clear classification of “romance” appear vividly. It’s over—she has unintentionally turned her romance novel into a yuri story! Her life is surely over today!