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墨書 Inktalez
It all happened as the saying goes, "A drunken mind speaks a sober heart."
But as a responsible man, Rofeide would not shy away from his duties, so he and Jing Tingting began their formal relationship.
To be honest, Jing Tingting's appearance was flawless; her figure was perfectly proportioned, and her charming smile was enough to challenge any man's composure. Just a slight lapse in control could lead him to want to do something with her.
Perhaps she would mischievously turn halfway around, playfully tapping her cute backside to entice him...
Wait, what was he just daydreaming about? Oh no! How could he be so pathetic?!
Rofeide shook off the distracting thoughts and returned to work.
Jing Tingting was still the same Jing Tingting; "Queen" was merely a title she used to pass the time. If their twisted fate hadn't begun at the banquet six months ago, their lives would never have crossed paths.
Yet he couldn't understand why she was so fixated on him.
Moreover, their relationship couldn't change anything because Rofeide was still the same Rofeide.
Suddenly, Rofeide felt as if he had aged ten years. The hot potato handed to him by the Chief Editor was driving him crazy. If it weren't for the peak deadline rush, with everyone busy and overwhelmed, and no one available to delegate tasks to, he wouldn't want to take an incompetent subordinate out for gathering materials.
"I can't stick these labels," Jing Tingting said with a pitiful look in her eyes.
"Then learn how to! If you don't even have this basic awareness, you shouldn't be an editor!"
What an unkind man! She had never been treated like this at home! Jing Tingting gritted her teeth and continued sticking labels, wishing she could slap one right on that insufferable Director's face!
Rofeide had no time to pay attention to her, instead chatting with the teacher who was rushing to meet a deadline.
"Teacher, with time running so short, how could you give me such a difficult panoramic drawing of the Forbidden City!"
"Better than drawing the Terracotta Army!"
"And you’re yelling at me in return! If you know you can’t finish on time, you should have started earlier!"
The assistant in the studio, tears streaming down her face, shouted at them, "Stop arguing and get to work!"
"I just want to do a good job for the readers because this is a key scene..."
The teacher, who had been yelled at, had deep dark circles under her eyes. Working late into the night made her anxious, and she even began to doubt her own work. "Is the comic really good? I can hardly tell if I should keep drawing or just start over..."
Rofeide looked at her with frustration, irritably grabbing his phone and microphone to continue shouting at her.
Come on, with such a cold attitude, how could the teacher possibly finish the manuscript?!
Jing Tingting felt a bit sorry for the teacher and was filled with an urge to comfort her when Rofeide moved toward the teacher faster than she did.
"Do you think I've made any mistakes in my decisions so far?"
"Not really," the teacher nodded.
"So there's no need for you to redraw it. As long as I approve of the work, it will definitely sell well."
At that moment, Jing Tingting grasped the teacher's hand and sighed, "Teacher, you should listen to Rofeide, and stick to your own ideas. I've seen your works, and they are truly beautiful."
"But..."
"Although I haven't read many comics and this is my first time in the comic industry, as a reader, your work is genuinely moving.
I bought three volumes of your series yesterday. If you don't put in the effort for your new serialization, it would be too unfair to my wallet, wouldn't it?"
Jing Tingting's sudden confession surprised everyone present, including the irritable man.
No wonder she had dragged a pile of comics home that day. Even though the publisher had plenty of sample copies, she insisted that buying books was a way to give back to the authors' efforts. Rofeide finally understood.
"Since even a newcomer like you says so, Teacher, hurry up and draw. I'll try to get you another day. If you still can't deliver, I'll be the one taking the blame." Rofeide seemed cold-hearted, but he cared more about his authors than anyone else.
He had been on the phone earlier, negotiating with higher-ups and taking responsibility for the delay.
Jing Tingting finally realized that her fondness for Rofeide wasn't based on superficial reasons like his good looks; it was his innate charisma that captivated her.
This charming man—she found herself liking him more and more.
"Rofeide."
"What's wrong?" Rofeide turned to look at the girl behind him, who was still smiling so charmingly.
"You need to brace yourself." Jing Tingting took a starting position, and before the tall figure could react, she dashed forward and jumped into his arms.
Fortunately, Rofeide was quick on his feet; otherwise, they both would have fallen.
He frowned and scolded, "Girl, why are you being so reckless... Mmm!"
The sensation, soft as cotton candy, melted on his tongue in an instant. He stretched out his long arms to wrap around her slender waist, and this sweet reward almost made him forget to be a gentleman.
"Not in the streets, let's talk about it when we get home." He gently pushed Jing Tingting away, his ears turning pink.
"What? He looks just as eager! How insincere!"
"Hehe, alright then. The night is still young." Jing Tingting could hardly contain her desire to kiss him, wanting to tell him how much she liked him and how much she admired him.
Unable to suppress her bubbling excitement, her black-and-white eyes sparkled like glass. A smile graced her lips, exuding a thousand charms, and an unusual emotion began to spread within Rofeide's heart.
In truth, she wasn't so unbearable after all, was she? The corners of Rofeide's lips curled up slightly, a bright smile quietly replacing his previous indifference.
Jing Tingting was taken aback; Rofeide was smiling...
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