Upon seeing this, Jasper quickly said, âIâll help you throw it away!â He then picked up the empty milk tea cup and hurriedly left.
Rogerâs gaze flickered as he stared at her back, lost in thought.
Jasper walked quickly, making sure she was out of Rogerâs sight before carefully putting on a pair of disposable surgical gloves. She then gingerly removed the straw that Roger had used from the bubble tea cup and tried to put it into the preservation bag she had prepared.
But just then, a voice suddenly rang out, âWhat are you doing?â
Jasperâs hand shook, and the straw fell to the ground.
The habit of dropping things on the ground had contaminated the straw, and even if she picked it up again, it could no longer be considered a good sample for DNA extraction.
Jasper felt a pang of regret in her heart, but as she looked up, she met Rogerâs rather handsome face.
âIâ¦I didnât do anything,â she said, her voice betraying a sense of guilt.
âIs that so?â He approached her, crouched down, and picked up the straw from the ground. âWhat were you planning to do with this straw?â
âWellâ¦arenât we friends? So I thoughtâ¦I could collect some things from my friends,â she struggled to come up reason, but even she knew it was a lame excuse.
with a âI canât imagine you have this strange habit of collecting straws,â he said.
âI canât tell, you have this strange quirk of collecting straws, huh?â he said.
She sweated profusely, feeling like a freak in his mouth.
âWhy are you here? Shouldnât you be sitting on the rest area side?â Jasper asked.
âI just thought it was strange that thereâs a trash can over there in the rest area, so why did you have to come here to throw it away? So I followed to take a look, and I didnât expect you to have such a hobby,â
he said.
He left her speechless with his words.
He threw the straw in his hand into the trash can and said, âAlright, Iâve bought the book I was looking for. Letâs go back.â
Jasper bit her lip, feeling like she had failed on her first mission.
The two of them walked out of the bookstore, but Roger suddenly stopped in front of a shop window.
Jasper was confused until she saw the dolls and a three-story wooden dollhouse with various wooden furniture inside.
These things are usually played with by girls pretending to play house.
Roger, on the other hand, was watching with great concentration, his gaze reminiscent of something.
âAre you interested in playing house?â she asked curiously.
After all, itâs usually girls who are interested in it, and itâs rare for boys to be interested, especially since Roger is already a college student.
He turned his head, his dark eyes looking at her deeply, and in his gaze, there seemed to be a kind of reproach.