"Done," the girl exclaimed with a snap of her fingers, throwing Qinghe a flirtatious wink, her demeanor oozing extreme confidence.
Qinghe, who was keeping watch for her, shook his head helplessly. He was just about to tell her to leave when he saw her wandering around the room, sometimes picking up this, sometimes that, even detaching something from the computer.
"What are you doing?" Qinghe walked over to her and asked curiously.
The intensely focused girl jumped, startled, clutching at her little heart. She peered outside, impressed with the Eastern girl's accurate information that there would be no one around at this time—it was like magic.
The girl looked up, her gaze steady on Qinghe, her eyes reflecting a similar brilliance. She smiled meaningfully, "Want to play big?"
Qinghe raised an eyebrow. "Play big?"
The girl's eyes lingered on the object in her hand. "Yes."
