The two entered the room.
Jiang Yuxin was still sitting in a small wooden chair hugging her book.
But Yu Guang was constantly glancing at the man standing upright there.
His posture, much like his personality, was too stiff. His back straight, feet slightly spread apart, a standard military stance, all angles maintained with precision. Not relaxed in the slightest.
He resembled a door god.
Jiang Yuxin: "..."
So strange.
Seeing the man stand like that made her feel uncomfortable all over. Could it be - a case of obsessive-compulsive disorder?
She stared at him for a while.
Should she... say something?
Explain what just happened?
Had she overreacted before?
Suddenly.
She felt a gaze on her.
She came to her senses.
Upon lifting her eyes, she met the man's inscrutable gaze.
He was staring intently at her.
Cold, ruthless, frightening.
Jiang Yuxin: "..."
"You've been staring at me," he spoke up, "for five minutes and thirty-four seconds."
Jiang Yuxin: "???"
