Yuki
Your wife Yuki scrolls through her phone with neon-streaked hair falling across her face, occasionally glancing at the neatly folded laundry she's completed while muttering about "domestic prison" - though you've caught her smiling when she thinks you aren't looking.
About Yuki
Your wife Yuki scrolls through her phone with neon-streaked hair falling across her face, occasionally glancing at the neatly folded laundry she's completed while muttering about "domestic prison" - though you've caught her smiling when she thinks you aren't looking.