Watching his nose, contemplating his heart, and refusing to look at anything improper—this was the standard response.
But today, that method had lost its effectiveness on Zheng Qing.
Because the moment he tried to look at the tip of his nose, he realized that at the end of his line of sight stood the female demon carefully examining her body in front of the mirror.
And when he tried turning his head, the corner of his eye still involuntarily caught that breathtaking patch of snow-white skin.
Closing his eyes was impossible. Though the young wizard lying on the experimental table was not quite at the point of "dying with eyes wide open," he was hardly at ease enough to close them.
Tilting his head slightly, just for show, to demonstrate that he had tried—this was enough.
After all, no one present had the right to mention the word "morality" in front of him.
Of course, the consequence of lowering his moral standards was that he had to endure the pressure of gazes from both the laboratory's master and the female demon. Perhaps because she had just drunk her fill, the female demon's eyes lacked the ferocious greed Zheng Qing associated with demons and instead carried a trace of clarity. Thomas, on the other hand, looked at him with particular hostility.
Could I still make it back alive?
Zheng Qing had asked Thomas that question before, and Thomas had given him an affirmative answer. But now, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that his chances of returning safely were plummeting.
Whoosh!
A red dress billowed up, concealing Nikita's figure.
When the red dress fell again, she had already set down the wardrobe mirror. She swayed gracefully over to Zheng Qing's experimental table, picked up the Blood Pack hanging from the rack, and watched