Time always flew when she was engrossed in Marite Racing. Jiang Han had only played for a little while, yet in the blink of an eye, the sky was already beginning to pale.
Once it was past midnight, any good child ought to be in bed, getting ready to sleep.
But for bad girls, this was precisely when the fun was about to begin.
Jiang Han turned her head slightly and took a small breath, watching Caroline as she wondered whether this was a good girl or a bad one.
The worm witch's lips were thin, yet they did not give her a harsh look.
A sort of focus lay hidden in her eyes, as if nothing in the whole world mattered to her anymore—what mattered was the controller in her hands, and the computer screen reflected in those beautiful green eyes.
Focused on the game.
Amid the click-clack of the controller, Marite's cheerful, everyday background music played through the speakers, strangely harmonious.
Click!
Just as Jiang Han thought she would have to wait for the other girl to finish this round before being noticed, Caroline kept her eyes fixed ahead. Her thin lips moved, and a soft, calm voice emerged:
"Are... you looking at me?"
A multitasking creature!
Miss Han lifted her chin and gave a little hmph.
"Yes."
I sound so righteous, as if I hadn't been sneaking glances at all! she thought with a touch of secret delight.
Faced with such a matter-of-fact... overly matter-of-fact attitude, Caroline fell silent.
After a little while—long enough that Jiang Han was starting to feel embarrassed—she finally spoke softly and slowly:
"There is nothing much to look at. I am an ordinary witch, an unremarkable member of the witch race. Though you and I are both called Davarish, you are more