This time, with no one around and her editor's previous nagging ringing in her ears, Jessie Sterling tapped on the little red dot.
"Oh my god, Artist, you haven't updated in a week! Not even a workhorse would dare to rest this much!"
"Author, do you have any idea? If you don't update, the traffic on your homepage is going to plummet! (devil's whisper) Hurry up and post an update!"
"Is this your own daily life, Artist? It feels like a journal of your life, hehe. It's so sweet! I want to crawl into your chapter buffer and just inhale everything!"
"Since it's called *New Marriage Diary*, then, ahem, there should be some of that... unspeakable stuff, right? Don't be shy, post it! Our platform is super lenient! As long as it's not *too* risqué, anything goes!"
As Jessie Sterling read the comments, the corners of her eyes couldn't help but crinkle up.
