"Momo..."
Fang Zheng's expression was somewhat complicated as he looked at the girl before him.
Unlike the innocent and carefree Lala and Nana, Fang Zheng had noticed that Momo seemed to have some sort of plan, but there was no point in thinking too much about it.
"Excuse me, Mr. Yuuki."
Momo entered the bathroom with a smile. Though she held a bath towel in her hands, she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself.
But when it came to sheer allure, Momo left Lala far behind.
The reason Fang Zheng had never been interested in Lala was that she lacked feminine charm. She was beautiful and had a great figure; it could be said that she had almost no flaws—well, almost none.
And Lala's most fatal flaw was precisely her lack of feminine charm.
Fang Zheng had long since passed the stage of drooling just from looking at girls. What he valued now was a woman's own charm and bearing.
That was why Fang Zheng liked Lala but had no desire to pursue a romance with her. At heart, Lala's mentality was that of a girl in her early teens, perhaps even less mature than Nana, just like those little girls at Heavenly Dao Palace—indeed, Fang Zheng had been raising Lala as if she were one of those girls constantly bouncing around. How could he possibly have any thoughts about her?
But Momo was different.
Though she too entered the bathroom openly without trying to cover herself, she possessed an innate charm. It was not so exaggerated that one glance would leave someone enchanted, but Fang Zheng had to admit that compared to Lala and Nana, Momo was overflowing with womanly allure.
"Please don't worry. I've already washed myself."
Momo remained very calm beneath Fang Zheng's gaze. She smiled