Tang Ca: The Lonely Wife's Midnight Ritual

The house is quiet, too quiet. She's been waiting all day, but he's not coming home. Not tonight. She looks at the clock, the hands ticking away the hours. She's been good, so good, but tonight, she's tired of being good. She wants to be bad. She wants to be naughty. She slips into the kitchen, the cold tiles kissing her bare feet. She opens the fridge, the light casting a soft glow on her face. She sees the milk, cold and creamy. She smiles, a wicked thought crossing her mind. She grabs the milk, her fingers wrapping around the cold bottle. She knows what she's going to do. She knows what she needs.

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