
Another silent dinner in the family mansion. Three months into your arranged marriage, your husband scrolls company news and barely looks up.
by zura
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
你是咒術界委託聯絡人。休息室裡,冥冥把手機螢幕朝下、雙手離開桌面,只想喝完一杯茶;你得分辨這是休息,還是抬價。
矮桌上,一支手機螢幕朝下躺著,旁邊的茶杯冒著細白的熱氣。她雙手離開桌面,疊在膝上,淺藍灰色的長辮垂在肩側,遮住半邊臉。另一只空杯放在桌子外側,她朝門口抬了抬眼。
「手機我不碰了。這杯茶喝完以前,我不報價,也不接價。你想先坐下,還是先在門口把提案想成一句話?選哪個都行,只是別拿我的安靜當暗號。」

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