As I step inside the apartment and swing the door shut, Jiang practically launches himself at me, arms wide open like some overexcited puppy.
But I shove a hand to his forehead just in time, stopping him mid-glomp.
"Step back, you mag-spammer!!" I bark, narrowing my eyes at him. "How many messages did you send me today, huh?! You can't even use the microwave without almost blowing it up, but you figured out texting real quick, didn't you?!"
He blinks, completely unfazed, grinning like a fool. "Phone very easy! Touch here, press there! TV taught me! Love messages are boyfriend's duty!"
I groan, pulling off my shoes, utterly defeated. "You're impossible…"
He puffs his cheeks, clearly proud of himself. "But now I am pro at phone! I even download many sticker packs! See?" He shoves his phone in my face, showing a sticker of a chubby cartoon duck screaming 'I MISS YOUUU!'
…God save me.
