"Like this?" Windsor Myres nodded and leaned closer, "Let see how you’ve knitted this?"
"Just like this..."
"Oh oh, it doesn’t look too difficult. This black one is quite nice, hehe, but it seems to not match Camden River’s usual clothing color. Pairing it with a white down jacket should look great. I might just buy one for him this Christmas."
"Yeah, he’ll definitely like it if you give him one."
"..."
Their voices occasionally drifted down, and Mia Ginger instinctively furrowed her brows.
She just felt that Windsor Myres was utterly carefree.
After all, Tong Tong had liked Camden River for four years, and at the start of the school year, the two had argued over him in the dormitory. How could she be so indiscreet?
Just as she was thinking to send a text to remind her, several avatars on QQ started blinking.
It disrupted her thoughts.
Listening to the two fall silent, Mia Ginger began to handle the ssages in the chat windows.
Crescent Moon sent several ssages, ntioning the novel collection’s sales performance, praised her, and casually asked if she had any new work recently, suggesting she follow the trend and write a fantasy martial arts-thed paranormal novel.
Mia Ginger carefully read it and replied that she would contact him if she wrote one.
She writes novels purely out of interest, only picking up the pen when inspired, resolutely avoiding writing when lacking inspiration.
She’s never thought about pursuing a career as a professional writer.
Naturally, she never forces herself.
With too many things lately, she’s simply been uninspired, so she naturally wouldn’t hastily agree to Crescent Moon’s suggestion.
Mia Ginger closed the chat windows with the two and continued browsing.
She left Bob Ginger’s chat window open.
Bob Ginger had contacted her online several tis. Seeing no reply, he felt aggrieved and requested to et.
Mia Ginger rubbed her fingers on her forehead and replied:
"I’ve been quite busy recently, haven’t really been checking QQ ssages, didn’t an to ignore you."
It was exactly noon, the end of school.
Bob Ginger’s ssage quickly ca through.
Drunk—
"Boo hoo. I’ve waited till my heart is broken! Master, give your phone number!"
Wine—
"Sorry sorry! Patting your head, don’t feel bad ha."
This was Mia Ginger’s first ti being so gentle in chat, and Bob Ginger was silent for a little while, then sent several shy emojis consecutively.
Unable to help it, Mia Ginger laughed.
Drunk—
"Master, do you know? Wine is my sister, hehe, just the sister I ntioned before. She’s so amazing, I love her so much!"
Wine—
"She definitely loves you too."
Drunk—
"That’s a must!"
Wine—
"Who was saying she was a nuisance before?"
Drunk—
"Forgive my youthful ignorance."
With a chuckle, Mia Ginger made a few playful remarks in mock annoyance, preparing to go offline. Another ssage popped up in the chat window.
Drunk—
"Master, I really want to see you, shall we et up? It’s been weighing on my heart. You see, I love you so much, isn’t it right for us not to et? Boo hoo!"
Wine—
"I’m a social butterfly in hiding."
Drunk—
"I love you no matter how you look, let’s et, please let’s et. I know you’re also in Cloud Capital."
Mia Ginger was montarily stunned, pausing without a reply.
After half an hour of Bob Ginger acting cute and sulking in the chat box, Mia Ginger, unable to handle being persistently bothered, agreed to et on the weekend.
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