Yan Yan, by the monitor, leaned against the headboard, his eyes already narrowed.
This was the latest model of the cara, no bigger than a sesa seed, with extrely low radiation. Attached there, even the most professional assassins and special agents might not discover its existence.
Especially since it was nightti, with no lights on.
And yet she could sensitively pinpoint this thing just by his gaze through the screen while in her sleep?
This little thing really always manages to surprise him.
The strange body data, the traces of a fight on the overpass, the keen observation skills...
He’s truly curious, what else is there about her that he doesn’t know?
"Hello, hello, is anyone there?"
Over there, Yun Qiluo had already started shouting.
She waved with a silly grin, excitedly and warmly towards the cara.
"Is soone watching ? Who are you? Black Demon Fairy, or an alien?"
Yan Yan: "..."
The man’s long, beautiful fingertips sliding over the mouse button had already settled on the red button.
With just a gentle press, he could communicate with her directly.
But at that mont, he withdrew.
Faced with a goofy question with only Black Demon Fairy and alien as options, Mr. Yan fully didn’t want to respond.
Thinking of sothing, his eyes flickered, and he turned off the image, leaving only the sound.
Soon, the voice of the young girl ca through, full of wonder and slling heavily of baby formula.
"Huh? Is no one there anymore?"
Then ca the sound of soft thumping; she was probably patting the wall beside the cara.
She kept shouting: "Hello, hello, are you still there? Can you hear ?"
For a long while, no one responded.
And the gaze that had been watching her also disappeared.
Yun Qiluo frowned her little brows, finally found it uninteresting, and pouted her little mouth.
She continued to stare at this sesa-sized black thing, big eyes staring into small ones.
After quite a while, she started to beco conflicted again.
"What on earth is this thing?" She reached out to touch it, her eyes rolling around, "Otherwise, maybe I should take it down and study it..."
Thinking of sothing, Yun Qiluo scrunched her little nose.
"No, this is from the beautiful woman’s house; it must be his thing!"
"It looks expensive; if it breaks, he’d be heartbroken to death..."
She muttered to herself for a while, finally realizing she couldn’t take it down, or else it might bankrupt Yan Yan.
Only then did she reluctantly give it another look.
She jumped off the table.
Went to the bathroom and ca back, burrowing herself back under the covers.
Before sleeping, her eyes still fixated on that dark little cara.
Still wondering if the other side might suddenly speak up or co back to watch her.
Watching, she just fell asleep.
Having confird that she was only sensitive to the gaze, and extrely sensitive at that,
Yan Yan never turned the image back on.
But he didn’t turn off the computer, just placed the laptop by the pillow.
Listening to the faint sound of breathing inside, he gradually fell asleep.
.
This was how Yun Qiluo’s university life began.
Since there were too many people in one class, she couldn’t recognize many, and unfortunately, made no new friends.
However, she was imrsed in studies and gourt food... indeed, she didn’t have the mindset to make new friends.
Several classmates who had seen her wanted to get to know her, but Song Shijia turned them away.
Even though Yun Qiluo clearly told her she was eighteen, Song Shijia still thought she was at most sixteen, and any male trying to approach her gave her the impression they were trying to deceive or abduct an underage little sister...
Coupled with Yun Qiluo’s dedication to her studies, she unconsciously beca a protector of the flower.
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