Jun Lin said, "If you were our research direction, then we might study you."
Her face turned pale, her expression immediately darkened.
Jun Lin continued, "But you need to know, you are not the direction of our research. What my master studies is different from what those people study, so they want to get you, but my master does not want them to succeed with you."
"Then... you wouldn't..." She trembled again, afraid they might kill her to stop those people's research.
"Kill you? No, your kind of constitution is rare, and finding another one is not easy. Otherwise, why do you think these people put in so much effort to catch you? So, my master wouldn't kill you, that would be a waste."
Jun Lin's hand rested on the table beside him, his whole demeanor seemed full of vitality, different from others.
He said, "Sorry for putting it so directly, as if you were an object, but the fact is, in some people's eyes, you are indeed an item."
