Reincarnated as a Scholar: But I only write Erotica-Chapter 23: What does MILF mean, senior brother

Chu Ha lit up like a lantern, her smile so bright it could've powered the pavilion for a week. "Really? Oh, Brother Lin, I'm so happy you like them!"

She joined her hands together, practically glowing with pride. "I was so nervous they wouldn't turn out well!"

"Nervous? With skills like this?" He grabbed another bun, tearing into it. "You're a natural. Keep feeding me like this, and I might never leave this room." He smirked, leaning back on one hand. This girl's too pure for this world—and way too dangerous for my sanity.

As he devoured the second bun, Chu Ha's gaze wandered, her curiosity getting the better of her. Her eyes landed on the wooden table across the room, where his stack of papers sat in a messy pile—his half-finished masterpiece, I Am a Mage but with a MILF System, right on top.

She tilted her head, then stood gracefully before walking over to it. Lin Mao froze mid-chew. Oh, shit.

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She reached the table and lifted the top sheet. Her brows furrowed slightly as she scanned the title, her lips moving silently as she read.

Then, in that sweet, innocent voice that somehow made it worse, she turned to him. "What's this, Senior Brother? 'I Am a Mage but with a MILF System'?"

Lin Mao choked violently. The bun lodged in his throat, and he immediately started coughing, pounding his chest until the crumb finally went down. He shot to his feet, frantically wiping his hands on his robe as his mind searched for an explanation.

"Uh—that? That's, uh, nothing! Just some... creative writing. Scholarly exercise, y'know? Expanding my horizons!" He laughed, snatching the paper from her hand and clutching it to his chest like it was a state secret.

Chu Ha blinked at him, her head tilting in that adorable, clueless way that made his panic spike. "Creative writing? What's a... MILF system?" She pronounced it slowly, like she was tasting an unfamiliar dish, and Lin Mao's face flushed red.

"It's—uh—it's a metaphor!" he blurted, waving his free hand wildly. "Yeah, a deep philosophical thing! Stands for... uh... Mystical Insight Learning Framework! Yep, that's it! It's about a mage—y'know, a wise guy—figuring out life's mysteries. Totally profound stuff. Not what you're thinking!" He grinned, sweat beading on his forehead as he prayed she wouldn't dig deeper.

Her eyes widened, sparkling with awe. "Oh! That sounds so interesting, Brother Lin! You're so talented—I didn't know you wrote such deep things!"

Lin Mao let out a shaky laugh, relief flooding him as he lowered the paper back onto the table, burying it under a random scroll.

"Yeah, real deep. Layers and layers. You wouldn't get it—er, I mean, it's still a work in progress! Not ready for innocent eyes like yours."

He shot her a smile, steering her back toward the bed. "Let's stick to buns for now, huh? Safer territory."

Chu Ha giggled, letting him guide her away from the table, though her gaze lingered on the papers for a moment longer.

"You're so mysterious, Senior Brother. I can't wait to hear more about your... Mystical Insight Learning Framework!" She sat back down, picking up a bun and nibbling it, oblivious to the near-heart-attack she'd just given him.

Lin Mao sat beside her, exhaling hard as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, mysterious. That's me," he muttered, grabbing another bun to shove his nerves down with it.

Lock that shit up next time. This girl's gonna be the death of me—and my career if she figures out what 'MILF' really means. Still, as he watched her eat, that radiant smile lighting up his room, he couldn't help but smirk. Worth the risk, though.

"So," he said, popping the last bite of his latest bun into his mouth, "what's going on in the sect lately? Anything juicy I should know about, or is it all just boring scholar stuff?"

Chu Ha's eyes brightened instantly, her half-eaten bun momentarily forgotten. "Oh, there's always something happening in Sky Moon Sect!" she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

She set the bun down, clapping her hands together before leaning in slightly. "Let's see... where do I start?"

Lin Mao raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Start with the good stuff. Fights, scandals, anything that's got the disciples whispering behind their scrolls."

Chu Ha giggled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Well, there's no fighting—at least, not with fists. But there was a big debate last week between two inner disciples from Elder Feng Xixuan's poetry pavilion. They argued over whose 'life' was better for three whole hours! Everyone's still talking about it—some say Elder Feng herself had to step in because they wouldn't stop reciting at each other!"

Lin Mao snorted, imagining two nerds in black hanfus throwing flowery verses like insults. "Three hours? Damn, that's dedication. Who won?"