Swire Appears by My Side

I was sitting at home when a wife fell from the sky.

Turns out I have a wife named Beatrix. This is ridiculous.

Maybe I'm still dreaming?

Who cares? Something this surreal has to be a dream, so let me...

PS: Swire, my Swire.

Her hair smells so sweet, her cheeks are so soft.

Swire, take me with you, Swire.

This is a one-heroine novel about Swire. It's the author's first book, so I can't promise it'll be good, but if anything goes wrong, I'll do my best to give it a happy ending.