On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing looked around with a headache. Although it was modern furniture, he couldn't even see a single wire. The lamps were all plant-shaped, and they probably would glow at night.

Bai Qing pulled the door open, and was caught off guard by the person carrying the plate outside the door.

"sorry Sorry--"

Bai Qing's voice stopped abruptly, the boy in front of him was, no, a monster.

It's too similar to Bai Zi.

Even the rate of blushing after being stared at is the same.

The boy blushed: "No... that... I have nothing to do with Bai Zi..."

Bai Qing covered her face: "...Why do you all know what I'm thinking?"

The boy became more nervous and even started to stutter: "Because...because...I can "hear" all human beings' thoughts..."