Physical Transcendence: Peeping at the Rainy Night When the Master's Wife Was Beaten Violently

[Sweet and boring daily life of living together in the city + funny + relaxing] There's a monster hiding in the city: humanity's collective emotions condense into physical form. When someone is extremely anxious, performance chains will grow on them. Some people are so jealous that imitating evil spirits crawl out of the mirror. The official organization chose gentle containment, but my wife believed in physical salvation. Others rely on chanting spells to exorcise demons, but my wife uses a wrench and an electric drill. The wardrobe is full of jerseys, which she said is a tactical temptation. I originally just wanted to be an ordinary social animal, until the night I peeped on my master's wife, I saw the B-side of the world.