After we finish the noodles, I just flop onto the bed like a defeated noodle myself.
Jiang immediately goes into period-care butler mode.
Bowl washed.
Hot water bag delivered.
Ice cream placed into my hands like an offering to a very cranky goddess.
He turns off all the lights, slides in beside me, and I feel the mattress dip.
"Yunhua," he whispers, all serious. "I saw this drama. There is a scene I want you to see."
Oh no.
Whenever he says drama, something emotionally dangerous is coming.
He plays the video on his phone, holding it up between us.
Soft music. Slow-motion rain. Two people staring at each other like rent is due.
I squint at the screen. Ah yes. The classic human suffering genre.
The female lead is crying. Of course.
The male lead reaches out. Of course.
They hug like the world is ending in three seconds.
I glance at Jiang. He's watching with full focus. Eyes wide. Absorbed.
Like he's studying human mating rituals for science.
