ween the city and Ameri

here and the full moon

ets were empty and quiet. But in one room of a residential buildi

omputer. She was typing on the keyboard as i

and my readers? When my hair is touching my waist so

the signature on the personal home p

ite. Her novels were well-known because of their campy and heart-tormenting plots. Her st

the person she loved and adored most was he

ooked at the caller's name, she immediately shrugged. This was what

ne far away from her face. The voice of Lay-lay,

ad? What do you mean by your

er mouse and slid it, not taking her eyes off th

nt to delay the manu

ong deep breath. 'Why is my editor so smart tha

from you. Think about me, your poor editor... Do you really have

ared at the popup at the bottom of her scree

sted back and forth as if she had hemorrhoids. If someone took the bait and clicked on the pop

e didn't dare to close it. She just watched the

t. But thanks to her baby boy, her files were successfully recovered. Her son repaired her computer and found her manuscripts. Alth

Last time, you asked for a leave, and it caused the delay of the update. Your excuse then was you were trapped in the bathroom bec

e. How does she know that I w

dy, Coco could jus

do have a bellya

s or anything else. I want to see the new chapters by tomorrow!" The person on the other end of the

watch the soap opera. She put the pho

u still there? Did you

The hero is terminally ill, and the heroine is always crying hysterically. I

don't work hard to write these novels, how can

to the cheeky woman who was so used to procrastination, so

bered that he drank four bottles of cola for dinner and that he said

e was watching. The crying face of the heroine on

popped up in her mind. When she remembe

en folded a piece of paper in half and rubbed it to the microphone back and forth. "Boss! Are you still

and turned it off. She didn't wan

e on the screen, and the wiggling woman in the p

y life is so

ovels is not that difficult to do

r body in the advertisement, writing is bearable. In ord

ace was standing in front of the bed. The child had a se

s sheets. He was intently thinking about other reasons

eally we

les of cola in one breath during dinner

pionship, such a cruel thing like wetting the

nce of the crime" all the way to the bathroom and threw it into the washing machine. He kne

te a new chapter. She was feeling drained

cks and his two fat feet facing each other. She noticed that t

by, what'

said seriously, "Mommy

self-esteem and came to an important conclusion. It was

aking a bath with their own daddy. Because of that, he drank a few more bottles of cola t

of drinking soda. Wait, what? Who do you want

nd said seriously, looking gloomy and down. 'I

o idea who m