Yoo Jayeon pressed the bell and waited for a bit. The sensitivity of the woman curling inside this place was even worse than an exam student, so she would hide in a corner like a snail going inside its shell if she touched her. After waiting for about five minutes, the door opened slowly. Eunbin greeted her in pajamas with a pair of really tired eyes.

“Come in.”

“Did you get some sleep?”

“No, I didn’t get any sleep because of a horrible stomach ache.”

“Did you check the viewing rates again?”

“I couldn’t help it. That’s the first thing I see when I open the internet. We lost this time as well. The production was really good, so it seems like my writing is terrible.”

“When are you going to stop depreciating yourself? Also, the drama is ultimately created by both of us, so it means that the production is terrible too.”

Jayeon pushed away the underwear strewn across the floor as she headed to the kitchen. The pizza box she saw when she came here last week was still placed under the dining table. It was fortunate that Eunbin washed the dishes in time though. If there was a pile of greasy plates in the sink then she might have gone back out without a second thought.

“Good thing I called. I came here just in case since your voice didn’t sound that good, and you were like this after all. I told you that you...