The wordless understanding between them made Qiao Jingjing feel as if, while acting, she'd finally met a worthy rival—someone who could match her beat for beat. Their teamwork was so exhilarating that every pore on her body seemed to tingle with joy.
But considering that the other person was a stranger who didn't know her particularly well, their remarkable coordination gave her a strange feeling.
After all, it was impossible to learn someone's habits so thoroughly in such a short time—unless you'd paid special attention to them. Only then would it be remotely possible.
So if someone had observed her habits that closely, did that mean he was interested in her?
Unless someone had kidnapped her for money, the only other explanation was that he liked her. Those were the only two possibilities she could think of, and the latter seemed much more likely than kidnapping.
This sudden affection left her feeling conflicted, so after finishing another battle, she left the game.
After logging off, she stared at WeChat, torn. The other person had kept her company for so long. It didn't seem right to simply go offline without saying a word.
After agonizing over it for a long while, Qiao Jingjing suddenly thought of something. She was so beautiful—wasn't it perfectly normal for someone to like her?
So why should she be afraid of him?
If anyone ought to be conflicted, it was him!
At once, Qiao Jingjing felt entirely justified. She picked up her phone, found Xiao Zhou's WeChat account, and sent him a message. "I had to take a call. Are you free now? Want to play a couple more rounds?"
Artificial-intelligence Xiao Zhou had no idea Qiao Jingjing was conflicted. His current instructions were to accompany her when she wanted to play games and wait for