Ayatsuki Ayaka, crouched on the sofa, hurriedly glanced at her phone screen upon receiving a message reply.
Ayaka wanted to peek at the screen too, but was quickly caught by Ayatsuki Ayaka, who adjusted her phone screen and turned to avoid being spied on, her feet covered in black stockings retracted on the sofa.
Such a gesture made Ayaka roll her eyes and say irritably, "Iroha, what's wrong with letting me have a look?"
"This is a conversation between Aozawa and me, why should I let you see it?"
Ayatsuki Ayaka continued typing her reply to Aozawa's message, saying, "No need to rush, I'm fine here.
They haven't come over yet, maybe they can't find my house."
"Who's eager to see your chat anyway."
Ayaka replied bitterly, sitting alone on the other side of the sofa, holding a baseball bat, feeling the sorrow of being single.
At this crucial moment, she couldn't find anyone to share her feelings with, so lonely.
