Yan Yan, by the monitor, leaned against the headboard, his eyes already narrowed.
This was the latest model of the camera, no bigger than a sesame seed, with extremely low radiation. Attached there, even the most professional assassins and special agents might not discover its existence.
Especially since it was nighttime, 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 camera.
"Is someone watching me? Who are you? Black Demon Fairy, or an alien?"
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 moment, 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 something, his eyes flickered, and he turned off the image, leaving only the sound.
Soon, the voice of the young girl came through, full of wonder and smelling heavily of baby formula.
"Huh? Is no one there anymore?"
Then came the sound of soft thumping; she was probably patting the wall beside the camera.
She kept shouting: "Hello, hello, are you still there? Can you hear me?"
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 sesame-sized black thing, big eyes staring into small ones.
After quite a while, she started to become 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 something, 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 came back, burrowing herself back under the covers.
Before sleeping, her eyes still fixated on that dark little camera.
Still wondering if the other side might suddenly speak up or come back to watch her.
Watching, she just fell asleep.
Having confirmed that she was only sensitive to the gaze, and extremely 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 immersed in studies and gourmet 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 became a protector of the flower.