Next morning~
I wake up on my bed and just… lie there.
I stare at the ceiling like it personally ruined my life.
Last night's whole stupid word-battle with Jiang keeps replaying in my brain like a cursed rerun.
Ugh.
I got mad, then embarrassed, then guilty, then even more stubborn because apparently I hate peace and happiness.
So I stomped into my bedroom in that same stupid black dress and face-planted on the bed.
No blanket.
No changing.
Just pure dramatic collapse.
And at some point… I guess I knocked out.
I slowly sit up, hair all messy, dress all wrinkled, dignity fully dead.
I look around my room.
…Yep.
No Jiang.
No alien puppy hovering by the door, no awkward "good morning," no antenna glowing like night light mode.
Did he… sleep on the couch?
My chest tightens for a second, and I instantly roll my eyes at myself.
"Great," I mumble, rubbing my face. "Now I feel like the villain of last night's episode."
Ugh.
Guess I really have to face him.
