When Tristan got home, he heard some conversation in French. He saw a woman sitting on the couch cross-legged. He frowned slightly.

She had just washed her hair and didn’t comb it. The hair was all messy, like a bird's nest on her head.

She had a pack of snacks in her hand. At the sight of him, her face flushed with surprise. She stretched her legs to stand up, and the package in her hand tilted, and half a bag of potato chips fell to the floor.

Tristan clearly saw two chips roll off of her pajamas and fall onto the carpet. And looking down at the snow-white carpet,...