"She came to see me before, and I refused," said Lu Mujie indifferently.
His dark, ink-like eyes looked out the window, thick eyelashes obscuring the expression in his eyes.
As if he were looking at lost souls with compassion.
He sensed the young female's gaze and smiled faintly, "Don't think too highly of me. This subject is an irresistible temptation for any scientist not bound by moral and ethical constraints. I'm certainly not one of those morally upright people."
Ruan Li's nascent admiration shattered; she rolled her eyes silently, "You're all lunatics."
"Little Li, you're still too young. Never having had it, you won't pursue it," Lu Mujie smiled gently, the cold face suddenly displaying a smile that was bizarre, yet his handsome features blended the oddity into a stunning beauty.
He turned his gaze slightly, the smile like he was tolerating the ignorance of criticism.
