Chapter 17: Isabella and Bubu
Isabella huffed, crossing her arms as she glared at the air. Not that it mattered—since Bubu had no physical form to glare at—but the effort counted.
"Don’t even talk to me, system. I mean it."
Bubu was silent.
Good.
Isabella turned away, squeezing water from her clothes, but then immediately whirled back around, voice rising in frustration.
"You don’t even care about me! You left me in that river! If he hadn’t brought me clothes, were you seriously just going to leave me there? Were you just gonna sit back, sipping ghost tea, watching me suffer?!"
"Host—"
"No! Don’t ’Host’ me! I could’ve DIED. Naked. Do you know how humiliating that would be?!"
Bubu giggled. GIGGLED.
Isabella’s eye twitched.
"Bubu, I swear to—"