It seems that after drinking halfway, the editor called to urge her for the manuscript. She had to hold on to her drunkenness and pick up the paintbrush...,Shen Tang secretly pinched herself hard, until a clear sharp pain came from that piece of skin, shattering her fluke.,It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.。