In the Apocalypse, This Delicate Wife Is Set on Dying

I’m the fussy, pampered wife in an apocalypse survival novel, and the male lead’s wife who dies early.

My only mission is to provoke him until he kills me.

To escape the plot as soon as possible, I start acting out: “This ice cream cake has melted. How am I supposed to eat it now?”

I slap the cake the male lead worked so hard to bring back right into his face.

That should make him angry, right? Come on, strangle me!

The male lead holds back for two seconds, then suddenly brings his handsome, cake-covered face close to mine.

“Would it be okay to eat it like this?”

What is going on?

The System and I both cry out in surprise.

“How did the decisive male lead turn into a lovesick fool?”