After Jensen Sterling posted on Weibo, Mia Sutton had no time to care about the explosion of comments online.

She was sitting properly on the sofa on one side, legs together, hands on her lap, looking just like a model student in high school, her back straight as a rod.

Jensen Sterling leaned lazily on the sofa, long legs crossed, with a barely-there smile on his lips, slowly scrolling through his phone.

"Mia, do you like this one?" Jensen Sterling poked the screen with his finger and moved the phone closer to Mia Sutton’s face.

Mia Sutton sat upright, shaking her head like a rattle: "I don’t." Her tone was sincere, she might as well have etched ’trust me’ on her forehead.

"How about this one?" Jensen Sterling lightly swiped his finger and changed to another photo.

The background was a living room, in the center a black crystal table, the two people were very close, the woman’s waist leaned back, fingers pressed against the table for support, while another distinctly veined hand pressed down on hers, fingers interlocked.

The man’s other hand supported the young woman’s waist, seemingly wanting them to get closer, his lips lingering at her collarbone.

There were scattered red marks visible, trailing down and disappearing into a disheveled neckline.

Mia Sutton secretly glanced at the picture on the phone and instantly felt a buzz in her head, not only were her ears red, but she felt her whole body burning, hot and flushed.

Jensen Sterling watched as the young girl’s gaze sneakily took a peek, then quickly shut her eyes tightly, stammering: "No, no... I don’t like it."

After Mia Sutton closed her eyes, her ears became even more sensitive, the faint chuckle near her ear seemed amplified tenfold, drilling into her ears.

"Really, you don’t like any of them?" Jensen Sterling chuckled, saying, "But I quite like them, especially this one..."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment: "This one’s my favorite."

Mia Sutton was too embarrassed to look, but couldn’t help her curiosity about which photo it was, squinting her eyes open a sliver.

The moment she opened them, the photo was right in front of her, enlarged, with an intense impact.

The next second, Mia Sutton, like a flustered little kitten, snatched the phone from Jensen Sterling’s hand: "You, you, you’re not allowed to like it." Her tone was even threatening.

Jensen Sterling raised an eyebrow slowly, lazily leaning back on the sofa again: "Why can’t I like it? I think it’s pretty good."

"Or do you think..."

Mia Sutton instinctively felt nothing good could come out of this person’s mouth, and sure enough, the next second, she wanted to pounce and cover his mouth.

"Is it that you can’t bend into this position?"

Mia Sutton stared at him, incredulous: "?!!" Has this person completely lost his sense of shame?

"No, I just draw to make money, I don’t have those thoughts, it’s what the fans requested."

It’s all the fans, really nothing to do with her... Okay, maybe just a tiny bit.

Jensen Sterling made a sound of agreement: "I know."

"I just think, inspiration comes from life, try more next time to prevent your inspiration from running dry."

Mia Sutton was about to crumble, no, you don’t understand, she doesn’t need inspiration, she won’t draw anymore, waaaa.

She wished she could go back and smack the version of herself from an hour ago, why didn’t she check the account before posting on Weibo!

Jensen Sterling seemed to have found some amusement, going through the drawings on Mia Sutton’s account repeatedly, and enlarged.

...

The night was already deep, outside was quiet, but it was a different story inside the room.

The camera inside the room, usually just covered, had now been violently dismantled.

On the bed, in the bathroom, on the table, on the sofa...

Mia Sutton now had only one thought in her mind: You brought this on yourself, can’t complain!

...

After Jensen Sterling reposted on Weibo, netizens went completely crazy.

This was practically pushing them to the brink.

Come on, they couldn’t take it anymore, please do something dramatic to entertain these two!

[I just want to know, what was Jensen Sterling’s reaction when he saw Mia Sutton’s drawings?]

[No, I’m more curious about dear Mia Sutton’s reaction to Jensen discovering her secret identity.]

[Other celebrities in the industry: Please don’t mix real life with ship pairings.

Mia Sutton: Bring me a pen, I’ll personally draw pictures for them!]

[Just this, just this, you tell me these two got married by agreement?]

[Of course, it’s an "agreement," written by our own Mia Sutton, as a (passionate) contract, but not really.]

After this round of Weibo activity, there’s no way the netizens would still believe these two were into a contract marriage.

That trending topic had long been forgotten, now they were almost overdosing on sweet moments.

[I’ve suddenly noticed something, Jensen Sterling has been liking Mia Sutton’s drawings, and it’s the kind where he likes one roughly every twenty minutes... Have I discovered something incredible?] 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Who takes over twenty minutes to like one post, and keeps liking them from top to bottom?

[Gosh, I have things in my mind, I’ve been tainted.]

[Does every drawing get the once-over treatment? Seriously curious, I’m very seriously asking, trust me.]

[I’m a bit worried about Mia Sutton, will she be completely drained?]

[Ahem... Jensen Sterling, actually, we should learn to leave some room for next time, you know what I mean.]

Some netizens even rushed out several fanfics containing explicit scenes overnight.

Everyone was madly @-ing Jensen Sterling, which eventually led to them being blocked.

Netizens: "...!!!" Did they really think blocking them would stop them?

They immediately whipped out their screenshots, stuffing them into Jensen Sterling’s Weibo DMs, considerately saying: [Jensen Sterling, use this for now, let us know if you need more, we can keep making them.]

...

Jensen Sterling: "The joy of learning, huh?"

Mia Sutton was so exhausted she wouldn’t even lift a finger, only letting out a groan.

"Then let’s save the rest for next time’s lesson."