Luo Nanling walked over, took the cigarette from her fingers and threw it away. He lifted her up, letting her face him as she sat on the balcony.
"What are you thinking about, Shiqi?" Luo Nanling's fingers brushed across her face.
"What do you think about what I told you?" An Xiaonuan asked him, her expression unchanged.
"Which matter?" Luo Nanling kissed her forehead.
"Replacing Tongtong's eyes with mine? Can she regain her sight?" An Xiaonuan was indifferent to his affection, as she had long been accustomed to it. She knew he regarded her as his experiment, his possession, and she didn't care.
She was very aware that Luo Nanling's kisses and embraces didn't carry any romantic desires.
Luo Nanling treated other experiment subjects the same way; the only difference was that those experiments died, while she was lucky to still be alive.
Despite his terrifying appearance, after five years of contact, An Xiaonuan understood he was actually a very simple person.
