While updating my web novel about secretly loving my childhood friend, I wrote: 'I'll confess once it reaches one hundred thousand words.' My readers were all eagerly awaiting my official announcement. However, when I had already written two hundred thousand words, my childhood friend suddenly stood in front of my computer screen and asked, 'When are you going to confess?' I pretended not to understand, trying to shift the blame to my best friend: 'This is *her* secret crush story.' My childhood friend raised an eyebrow, then pulled me into a tight embrace. Our eyes met, and his warm breath on my face made me flush. He chuckled softly, 'Little liar, next time you lie, try not to blush!'