On the surface, Xinghe seemed perfectly normal.
No one knows exactly what aliens should look like, but the entrenched impression is that aliens are supposed to be highly intelligent, mysterious, and… well, just however they want to be.
So, whatever Xinghe did was normal, no matter what it was.
But why did Xinghe only want to communicate with himself, and not speak to others?
Gao Yuan was extremely puzzled by this.
"I'm a bit tired. I want to lie down and watch, this is called a TV, right? I want to lie down and watch TV."
After saying this, Xinghe stood up and sat down on the bed, then he, or rather, she, lay back.
Perhaps it should be 'she.'
Gao Yuan felt somewhat confused because he really couldn't keep up with Xinghe's leap in thought.
Xinghe lay on the bed looking at Gao Yuan, and Gao Yuan sat on the adjacent sofa looking at Xinghe.
"Why don't you lie down?"
Gao Yuan frowned and said, "It wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
