Obviously, Zheng Hang isn't one of those twisted scientists; his sense of beauty is quite normal.
He lowered his head, his expression still indifferent, with lips tightly shut:
"Congratulations, your score in my eyes has risen a bit again."
Feng Yuhuai's heart skipped a beat, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Zheng Hang's next words plunged her mood into despair once more:
"But true beauty isn't just a façade; it must also possess great power."
Feng Yuhuai's smile froze on her face, a wail echoing in her heart:
"I'm doomed, his boyfriend's standards for 'beauty' are even higher than a scientist's! He's not choosing one or the other; he wants it all!"
Zheng Hang raised his hand, pointing at Zuo Bai, and commanded with an eerie calm:
"Go, Yuhuai, go kill him, and show me once again the beauty that attracted me in the first place."
Feng Yuhuai's throat went dry, and her smile of the sickly beauty froze, leaving only the illness without the beauty.
