History at the Library

“It’s not that I’m not curious. I’m curious if I can draw out my hidden desire and impulse.”

“Um…….”

Vivian thought, Can I interpret that in the way I want it? She heard it as he who had never once loved or felt the emotions in relation to love and wished to understand them through reading.

Love – that was hard. She was twenty-four and still didn’t fully understand the concept of love. She hadn’t dated once even though the people around her were doing it simply.

She was also an erotic novel author.

Had love been a theoretical problem, she would have already been a professor of love. Vivian let out a sigh and propped up her chin on the table.

“As an experienced person, I will give you a warning. I’ve read that romance novel for 14 years and had no difference in myself.”

“Is that so? How unfortunate.”

“A novel is merely a novel, and I’m still told I’m catching clouds.”

“Oh no, it seems you have not found the answer yet.”

Ray listened well to the person on the other side of the conversation and responded in tandem. Vivian had never seen his face, but she thought he would be popular amongst women and said thus.

“I had considered it myself, but wouldn’t it be natural to act as your body tells you before your emotions?”

“Body, you say…….”

“Even if your mind is unable to lay down a judgment, your body probably already knows and understands how you feel.”

As if it was unusual, he, who had been drowsily extended the end of his words, moved his red lips slightly.

“I will consider your advice.”

Those red lips looked unusually luscious today. Vivian gulped hard as her heart beat faster as if she was nervous. Then, she hurriedly handed the book over to Ray.

As he took the book, the ends of their fingertips touched each other in passing. Vivian flinched slightly and curled back her fingers. In the split second, a million different pickup lines passed through her head.

Excuse me, since my shift will end soon, why don’t you have a cup of tea with me? It appears you’ve recently found romance novels rather fascinating, so why don’t we share a deeper discussion on them? I am quite the expert in romance novels…….

Tsk..it felt too aggressive.

She didn’t need to write down such suave lines as it weighed too heavily on her tongue for her to say them out loud.

After a moment’s consideration, Vivian decided on what to say.

“Please call me Vivian.”

“Ah, now that I think of it, our introductions are rather late.”

Ray added as he apologized for his lack of politeness though Vivian already knew his name.

“Then, I shall see you tomorrow.”

Ray lightly shook the book and turned around and walked away. Just like that he would borrow one book from the library daily and leave.

Our hands touched…….

As she watched his retreating figure, Vivian whispered so softly that no one would have heard it. The electrifying sensation at the fingertips where they touched wouldn’t disappear.

She then lifted her hand and pulled at her hair. This was all because Thatcher who told her to go out and date. She thought she’d been curious and interested in Ray as a unique inspiration for her novels, but after that day, she started to be conscious of him as a man!

In other words, she had realized her curiosity towards him had been romantic in nature from the start.

“Date…….”

Your novels are like lemon-flavored candy. Vivian recalled what Thatcher had said and her lips automatically moved slightly and gulped at the end.

Only

The tip of her tongue was sugary sweet.

Whatever. With my fate, dating is…….

Vivian was thankful for the mere fact that she had seen the Emperor’s sexual intercourse and was still alive. After Vivian checked that her shift was over, she packed her precious notebook.

It was now time to go back to being the Perdi, the author of erotic novels.

***

The Emperor was a good and wise king in many ways.

A matchless person. The people said.

To give me such inspiration…. Vivian looked down at her notebook and admired the Emperor’s benevolent character for giving her such original and new material.