Marrying a sultry programmer whom I met on a blind date, I discovered after marriage that he was always coding late at night. Take a peek at the screen, good guy, he is writing a novel about the boss, including the heroine's setting, character, and little actions, everything! Yes! I! She tied the score overnight, and when she saw the heroine being banged against the wall by the hero, she silently looked back at her husband who was typing code. He woke up the next day and found a piece of paper on his bedside: Tonight, follow the second paragraph of Chapter 3. Signed: Your wife.
