He wasn’t sure when he first noticed her staring at him. Of course, as a young, decent looking TA, Yifan expected that some of his students would fancy him now and then, but she was different. He could ignore everyone else’s stares but not hers. He was always painfully aware of her gaze, her eyes tracking his every move. He had no idea why she was so fixated on him, but it needed to stop now. It was time to confront her about this staring problem.

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“Mei, I need to speak with you later.”

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“Ok, I’ll come see you after class then.”

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Yifan grimaced as she shot him an unreadable look, her eyes hinting at something that he didn’t want to understand. He only hoped that she didn’t get the wrong message.