On the first day of the contract marriage, Shen Shidu handed me a 12-page "Code of Cohabitation".
Later, he secretly took the sandwiches I made to the company and sketched me in the middle of the night, fearing stray cats.
I asked him: "Mr. Shen, where is your aloof persona?"
He pulled me into his arms expressionlessly: "I can't pretend to be anything in front of you."
