As soon as her shift ended, Beauty met up with Sarah for a major grocery run.
After all, Sarah rarely cooked at home—beyond boiling instant noodles, she was clueless about anything culinary.
Pushing the door open, Beauty stepped into a living room that was both clean and tidy.
The decor, minimalist and elegant, was unmistakably chosen to suit Sarah's taste—a far cry from the frilly, pink-themed rooms many other girls preferred.
Settling onto the sofa, Beauty glanced around with an envious sigh.
"Sarah, your place is absolutely perfect—a dream single's apartment.
I don't even want to go back home."
Sarah handed her a cup of tea, one eyebrow quirking playfully.
"This is a *single's* apartment, tailored for someone like me.
You're a married woman—planning to overstay your welcome?"
Beauty let out a heavy sigh.
"Honestly, I'd love to camp out here forever and never return to that suffocating villa."
