Summary
I was just covering a shift for a colleague at the Civil Affairs Bureau Monster Affairs Window, hoping to coast through the day and collect my pay.
Then my hand slipped, and I accidentally signed myself away as a Taotie’s spouse.
Ten minutes after getting the certificate, my new husband and I rushed to the divorce counter.
The clerk pushed our application back and said expressionlessly, “There is a seven-day Cross-Species Marriage Trial Period. No impulsive divorces allowed.”
The problem was, the way my new husband looked at me made it seem like he was suppressing his appetite.
Or perhaps, he was suppressing his heart.