Master, Please Be Our Wife

[A writing practice, short and medium stories, updated irregularly] I have lost my memory. I didn't recognize the two men tending my bedside. Although they are stunningly handsome, with broad shoulders and long legs, and a height of 1.9 Meters... Their favorite thing to do every day is to gather around my bed, wait for me to touch their heads, and then call me "Master" affectionately. What two weirdos. They locked me in this basement and took good care of me every day, serving me tea and flowers, but they didn't allow me to step out of the room. It turned out to be two perverted prisoners. But I seemed to be really sick. I felt lazy and didn't want to move. I didn't want to leave the "cage". I even enjoyed their care. I think maybe I'm suffering from lying flat syndrome. I would love to live with them. Until one day, they wore ill-fitting suits that they snatched from nowhere, raised their rings and proposed to me at the same time, saying in unison—— "Master, please be my wife!" Then they started fighting. Well, the cohabitation game is over and it's time for me to run. I escaped from the basement and saw the outside world: a snow-covered wasteland under the scarlet moonlight. Directly ahead are three graves. I remembered the past - the day of the big radiation outbreak, I took my pet Samoyed and a housekeeping robot into the bunker. Later, they all died, and I buried them with my own hands. Later, I also died... Who buried me? A light salted fish girl × a cold and abstinent AI man × a passionate and clingy dog man 1. The text is written in the third person. It mainly describes the daily life of three people farming, collecting grain and supplies, replenishing the doomsday bunker, and two little ones competing for favors. There is no grand narrative, and it is more like the island life of three people. 2. The three of them have their own strengths. They are not strong women, but more emotional. 3. The copy was saved on August 12, 2025 Purpose: Companionship is the longest confession of love