The more I write, the less inspired I am. I should finish it as soon as possible and then overhaul it.
In order to collect information, a well-known female mystery writer went to work in the Metropolitan Police Department as a consultant, but she attracted his eyes.
A little policeman dared to go against her and see if she didn't teach him a lesson. But why do I find him more adorable the more I get along with him? How could he possibly attract her, who is both beautiful and intelligent, despite her plain appearance and rude personality?
But in this case, she should just make a contribution to society and accept it reluctantly.
You can't escape my grasp.
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