I Want a Hug, Damn It

The main story is complete!

The timing was perfect, and the mood was just right.

Yu Gu had put on Song Qingzhao's favorite perfume and undone the top three buttons of her blouse, waiting for Song Qingzhao to walk by so she could put an arm around her waist.

"Zhao, do you like me?"

Song Qingzhao humored her. "I do, I do."

"Then, Zhao, am I your little darling?"

Song Qingzhao clicked her tongue. "Yes, yes, yes."

Yu Gu raised an eyebrow and slowly leaned closer, her voice soft and low. "Then, Zhao, can I today..."

Song Qingzhao turned around and saw Yu Gu's fair profile and the dark circles beneath her eyes.

In a sympathetic tone, Song Qingzhao said, "What are you talking about? Today is an important day for you..." Then her tone turned ominous. "If you don't hand in the pages tonight, I'll twist your head off."

"Tch." Yu Gu sat upright, looking cold and disheveled, with not a shred of life in her. Zhao was still completely impervious to persuasion today.

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Yu Gu's twenty-eighth confession: Zhao, can we be together?

Song Qingzhao picked up the storyboard from the desk and said nonchalantly, "Of course, as long as you turn in your pages."

I'm strong. I don't need a hug!

Yu Gu: To hell with being strong. I want a hug!

A tough, sharp-tongued, freshly graduated editor girl * a lazy, dramatic, beautiful, socially awkward manga artist who keeps missing deadlines. A sweet little treat! Please add this cutie to your favorites!

Romance coming soon: Flowers for My Wife

Everyone says Shen Enci is inscrutable, fickle, and completely mad.

The first time Su Zhixun saw him was at a funeral. He stood in the courtyard, backlit, smiling with refined gentleness. His eyes were hidden in shadow, dark and unreadable. He was devastatingly handsome.

At the time, Su Zhixun never imagined she would spend many years by his side, raised by him and enjoying his one-of-a-kind tenderness.

Su Zhixun thought she must be mad too. She had fallen in love with him like a madwoman, to the point that she even wished his illness would worsen, leaving him so out of control that no one else could get near him and only she could stay by his side.

Shen Enci realized that the little beauty he had raised was all grown up and avoiding him. He had forced her to stay with him for so many years. Though he didn't want to, he knew he ought to let her go.

He thought she would leave without looking back, but she kept saying she loved him. Shen Enci stared expressionlessly at her tearful face. "You chose this yourself. If you don't want to leave, then never leave."

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Shen Enci's greatest pleasure was watching the little beauty in his arms cry and cry without end.

He comforted her gently, though insincerely. "Your eyes are swollen. Haven't you cried enough?"

Su Zhixun let out a few more soft, delicate sobs and thought: If I don't cry, how will you soften up?

Shen Enci glanced at her and knew exactly what she was thinking.

He gripped Su Zhixun's chin between his fingertips and lifted her tear-damp face. His grip was a little rough, and Su Zhixun let out a small cry. Shen Enci's expression held a hint of ruthlessness.

"Go on, cry a little more. Let's see if I'll soften up."

Su Zhixun blinked her shining, watery eyes and realized something was wrong. Her tears stopped at once.

"Why did you stop crying?" Shen Enci kissed the corner of her eye, his lips cool.

Su Zhixun pouted: There's nothing in it for me. Crying would be a waste...

If you defy me, I will be your tyrannical monarch. If you obey me, I will be your most loyal knight, kissing your fingertips and offering you my soul.

Perhaps I will never be able to love you normally, but in my eyes, you are above everything else.

A genuinely deranged madman and a needy, sweet-looking schemer with a hidden dark side.

Mental illness warning.

Both leads have issues, but the author is fine. Please don't make personal attacks.

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