Fluorescent lights shone down on a lab filled with cold, pale colors. The temperature in the underground laboratory was chilly, and on a series of single beds lay one Beastman after another.
The beds were spaced closely together.
Jiang Zheyu started toward the first bed in the front row, but after a few steps, she noticed Shan Xun hadn't followed her.
'It's not that I'm scared,' she thought, 'but this lab really looks too much like a morgue. I just wanted someone else with me to make it feel a little less dead.'
Shan Xun watched the female take a few steps, then suddenly stop and turn back toward him. Confusion flickered in his eyes, his sharp, cold gaze—which always carried a "don't mess with me" air—fixed on Jiang Zheyu. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Zheyu stopped in front of Shan Xun. His tone made the words catch in her throat.
'His tone is still so harsh.'
She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Could you try not to sound so harsh when you speak?"
