He knew it very well in his heart.
So...
...
In the tightly closed testing room, Ren Zhong, wearing only shorts, spread his arms wide, forming a large "X" shape.
Behind him, Ju Qingmeng was pulling off the patches from Ren Zhong's body while saying, "Mr. Ren."
Ren Zhong: "What's up?"
A sudden itch on his back made Ren Zhong shiver instinctively.
Ju Qingmeng: "Are you warm?"
"Not warm."
"Oh."
Responding meaninglessly, Ju Qingmeng's slender fingers slid over Ren Zhong's back, which was just showing muscle lines. Her index finger slightly curved, the nail caught in the gap where the patch met the skin, and her fingertip exerted force.
Only a snapping sound was heard.
The patch detached.
In the cabinet, a humming sound was heard as the metal wires connected to the patch's capacitors were quickly retracted, like a self-retracting tape measure.
Snap, snap, snap, snap...
The sound continued unabated.
