My Sexy Snail Bride

I got home from work and there it was — a hot, fresh dinner already set on the table, still steaming.Wait… I live alone.Someone’s been sneaking into my place every single day. Cooking for me, cleaning the whole apartment, even doing my laundry and folding it neatly.And the weirdest part? It feels so damn good and comfortable that I’ve just gotten used to it. I don’t even lock the door anymore.