"Sign, get married."
What he handed over was not a wedding ring, but a psychiatric diagnosis.
I thought I was marrying a paranoid boss,
Until I discovered the densely packed observation diaries in his study——
It records my sleep talking, crying points, and heartbeat rate every night.
The label was neatly written: "Experimental Subject No. 07, Marriage Adaptability Test."
What's even more ridiculous is that
in my drawer,
Also hidden is his "behavioral analysis report"
"Crazy Marriage Experiment: Who will dissect whom first?"
Concept: Love is a madman's game, and marriage is the most dangerous laboratory.