林晚揉了揉眼睛， crawls out of the screen, the corner of her eyes without blinking: "Boss, you're still here?" She took a deep breath and dragged the chair over, sitting in front of the screen.

The man opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a sword. He glanced at the screen, where the manuscript was still open, and said, "It's too late to go back now. Sit down and listen."

林晚 sighed and took a deep breath, then began to read. The original story was about a female protagonist struggling in the entertainment industry, but now it had turned into a love story between the boss and his husband. The plot was so twisted that she almost lost her patience.

She said, "Boss, this... this is a little too much. This is completely different from the original story I wrote."

The man leaned back in the chair again, his expression calm. "What's the problem? Isn't this what you want? A love story with a happy ending."

林晚 frowned, "But this isn't my style. I usually write stories about strong female protagonists, not these sorts of love stories."