Almost an hour passes.
No Yuyu.
No Zeyan.
No suspicious grocery bags.
Just… silence.
And me.
And Jiang.
And the undeniable fact that this man has learned something forbidden behind my back.
I lie there, staring at the ceiling, brain completely fried, body overheated, soul questioning every life choice I've ever made—while Jiang looks far too calm for someone who definitely did not learn all this from Earth's official cultural exchange program.
At some point, it hits me.
"…Jiang," I say slowly, suspiciously, "where did you learn all this?"
He blinks. Innocent. Way too innocent.
"Chrome," he answers honestly. "Incognito mode."
Of course.
Of.
Course.
So this is what humanity has contributed to interstellar relations.
I should be angry. I should scold him. I should confiscate his phone like a responsible adult.
But instead, I just sigh, bury my face into his shoulder, and mutter, "I can't believe you skipped straight from C-dramas to… this."
