I’m a mute doctor. I’m not only highly skilled at medicine, I’m not bald, and I have a ridiculously gorgeous mate.
The only problem is that my mate isn’t right in the head. He’s dim-witted and dazed, and he’s the same sex as me.
But then I thought about it: a husband is still a spouse.
So I happily cured him and prepared to marry him.
On our wedding night, reeking of alcohol, he lifted my veil.
I twitched my fox ears and looked at him nervously.
But to my surprise, he suddenly stepped back several paces, his snake-like vertical pupils sweeping over me coldly.
“You’re so hateful. I hate you.”
He turned and walked away, as if he’d made up his mind about something.
Watching him disappear into the distance, I was stunned.
Wait, did you eat an enchantment mushroom or something?
Weren’t you clinging to me and begging me to marry you just yesterday??
