Yin's kiss still tingled on Luong's lips as she floated up the driveway, her heart lighter than the cherry blossoms drifting through the night air. She pushed open the front door—
**CRASH.**
A sofa pillow exploded in a flurry of feathers beside her head.
**"WHAT IN THE—?!"**
The living room looked like a typhoon had eloped with a tornado. Cushions lay disemboweled, a lamp swayed precariously on its side, and Li Shiyi—*balanced on the kitchen counter like a vengeful sprite*—hurled a wooden spoon at Zhang Yu with terrifying accuracy.
He ducked, the spoon embedding itself in the wall behind him. **"You fight like a gremlin,"** he deadpanned.
**"Says the fossil who *ironed his sweatpants*!"** Li screeched, lobbing a salt shaker.
Luong gaped. **"Are you two *five*?!"**
Zhang Yu folded his arms. **"She called me a 'bossy relic.'"**
**"Because you *are*!"** Li leapt off the counter, only to trip on a rogue throw pillow. Zhang Yu caught her by the hoodie—*just as Zhou Weng's snore rattled the ceiling.*
Luong buried her face in her hands. **"I leave for *one date*…"**