Your Favorite Number

Jia woke up in the middle of the night because of her loud ringtone. 

It was June's parts in all of EVE's songs compiled in one ten-second clip. 

Imagine how chaotic that sounded. 

Nonetheless, Jia loved it very much—just not at three in the morning. 

Her eyes squinted, and she looked like a dehydrated raccoon with her messy hair and dark undereyes. 

"Who the heck?" she muttered, not even bothering to look at the caller ID as she pressed the answer button and placed it next to her ear. 

Nobody called her during these times except for her friends anyway.

"This better be good," she warned. 

"I swear—you better have something good to say, or you could say goodbye to your ability to stand. I'll curse you and the three generations after you," she continued. 

"Well, that's a lot of generations," a deep yet soft voice suddenly said, causing Jia's eyebrows to raise in surprise. 

Well, that definitely wasn't one of her friends.