"Three years ago, my sweet boyfriend suddenly disappeared.
Three years later, I saw him again in a copy of a horror game.
While other players ate disgusting insect eggs, I ate the egg fried rice made by the dungeon boss.
While other players stayed in guest rooms that were haunted in the middle of the night, I slept in the master bedroom with a huge Simmons bed.
Everywhere is good, just...
The boy who used to be sweet, docile, and liked to act like a spoiled brat has changed.
The man who became the dungeon boss pressed me down and murmured softly: [Wife, can you say something? Why are you ignoring me? ]
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