"Number 10 looks absolutely ghastly, like a car crash scene."
"Number 11 is so handsome it's unjust, his looks are practically a cheat code."
"But these two, in terms of a certain measurement, are surprisingly close."
What's even stranger is, when the meter is full, nothing happens.
Wen Xishu does not know what his own meter looks like, he fears he might have to hear it from other players.
After all, he can only see others'.
He has a hunch that the higher the meter value, the more trouble it brings.
Wen Xishu's analysis is interrupted by the girl's laughter:
"Brother, you're so handsome, my heart is racing."
Wen Xishu's gaze falls on the girl.
Young and vibrant, half trendy and sensual, without the dusty allure of pure desire, yet not so meticulously beautiful as to be intimidating. In fact, from certain angles, there's an aura of innocence and mischief.
An expert.
Wen Xishu knows she's absolutely a girl killer. But to play it safe, he still needs to secure one more.
