Continuation 196: Liu Chang'an's Length

Ma Benwei only thought Jin Xiaomei was exceptionally beautiful. Her face was soft and lovely, the very template of a beauty. He could not tell that Jin Xiaomei had undergone cosmetic surgery; he merely felt that this was probably what people meant by natural beauty.

It was perfectly normal that he could not tell. After all, Su Mei had used the technology of Tesla Medical Research Center and the Biological Research Institute to alter both her body and face. It was by no means comparable to the techniques of ordinary Korean cosmetic surgery clinics.

Only certain exceptional individuals with sharp eyes, capable of freely adjusting their focal length to zoom in and out, could spot traces of alteration... and they would tactfully ask whether she had ever been to Korea.

Ma Benwei instead felt that the effeminate man beside her showed signs of cosmetic surgery. Those chiseled eye corners, that sharp shoehorn-like chin, and those deliberately upturned lips made him look as if he had been sculpted after a snake demon. If his voice were a little shriller and more coquettish, he could debut as a giegie on an idol survival show.

The jade in that man's hand, however, was extraordinary. It faintly exuded the aura of a treasure that absorbed the essence and spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Ma Benwei had seen similar jade artifacts once when he accompanied his brother to visit a major collector, but none had possessed the radiance and texture of this object.

As for the words carved into the jade, Ma Benwei did not care much. First, his knowledge was only superficial; second, he had no interest in carving or calligraphy; third, the sentences were meaningless, sounding like the affected piling-up of words by some chuunibyou girl into a completely nonsensical passage.

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