Ren Zhong shrugged, "As an android, you should trust science rather than rely on intuition. I have intuition; you don't. The judgment experiences you gain from the psychologist's memories are actually still derived from human intuition. Let me give you an example. Humans can sometimes sense a gaze from behind them through intuition — this is a superficial phenomenon of intuition."
Mist began to rise from Qiqi's body, as if she were heating herself and evaporating moisture.
She merely replied, "Maybe. Let's talk on the spaceship; it's raining so hard, it's kind of cold."
Ren Zhong looked at Qiqi's face, now shrouded in the mist, and felt rather speechless. With nothing left to say, he uttered, "Alright, let's go."
The two stepped forward together, and Ren Zhong suddenly instinctively raised his finger to poke her face.
Her skin still appeared fair and delicate, but the surface temperature definitely exceeded one hundred degrees Celsius, burning hot.
