The drunken tyrant was exceptionally talkative. Collapsed on the hotel sofa, he stared at her over and over, muttering repeatedly, "I'm so tired."

"These matters are too annoying..."

"Tomorrow I'm going back to Wucheng to see you."

"I miss you."

"Miss you so much..."

*Cl

Today’s dark tyrant was unexpectedly tender.

The school’s wake-up bell had been ringing for quite some time. Unable to hold back any longer, Chloe pushed against Alexander’s chest, her voice raspy and muffled after a full night of exercise: "Mr. Alexande

Rose was an efficient manager. The moment the variety show wrapped up, she passed several scripts over to Chloe.

"These are scripts I've selected whose roles are fairly suitable for you. Take a look at them yourself."

"Mm." Sitting in the dark tyrant's girl-heart-fi