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徐三盯着李宁玉鬼魅的一笑,“具体方向没有,不过李小姐可以把尺度放大一点。”

“有多大?”

“尺度要么在十的负三十次方厘米以下,要么在一百亿光年以上。”徐三老神在在的回答道。

“啊!”...

徐三staredatlining‘ssmile,hereyessparklingwithamusement.“specificdirection?“heasked,hisbrowfurrowedinconcentration.“i‘mafraididon‘thaveone,“shereplied,hervoicehuskyandconfident.

xuesanlookedatliningforalongmoment,hisexpressionunreadable.heseemedtobesizingherup,weighingheroptions.finally,hespoke,hisvoicelowandsmooth.“verywell,then.ifthescaleistobeused,i‘llhavetorelyonmyownjudgment.“hepaused,hiseyesnarrowingashecalculated.“ifiweretoestimate,i‘dsay...tencentimetersatmost.“

lininglaughed,athroatysoundthatsentshiversdownxuesan‘sspine.“tencentimeters?“sherepeated,hervoicelacedwithamusement.“youthinkyoucangaugethesizeofmysmileinmerecentimeters?“

xuesannoddedsolemnly,hisexpressionunyielding.“i‘mnotestimatingyoursmileitself,butratherthedistancebetweenyourlipswhenit‘satitswidestpoint.“heleanedforward,hiseyeslockedonlining‘s.“yousee,thekeytomeasuringthewidthofasmileistoconsiderthesizeofthemouththatcontainsit.“

liningraisedaneyebrow,herexpressionintrigueddespiteherself.“goon,“shesaid,hervoicebarelyaboveawhisper.

xuesannodded,hiseyesglintingwithexcitement.“thehumanmouthiscapableofopeningwideenoughtoswallowlargeobjects,“heexplained,hisvoicefullofconviction.“butthewidthofthatopenmouthvariesfrompersontoperson.“

lining‘seyessparkledwithamusementasshewatchedxuesanpacebackandforthacrosstheroom.shehadnoideawherethiswasgoing,butshecouldn‘thelpfeelingdrawninbyhisintensity.

“so,“xuesancontinued,hisvoicegrowingmorepassionatewitheachpassingmoment,“ifweassumethattheaveragemouthwidthisroughlyequivalenttoasmallchild‘sfist...ah,yes!tencentimeterswouldbeareasonableestimate.“

liningcouldn‘thelpbutlaughagain,thistimeattheabsurdityofitall.whomeasuredasmileusingmathematicalformulas?xuesanseemedcompletelyserious,though,hiseyesshiningwithanunsettlingintensity.

“exactly,“hesaid,hisvoicedrippingwithauthority.“tencentimetersisaperfectlyreasonableestimate.“

liningshookherhead,stillchuckling.shehadnoideawhatkindofgamexuesanwasplaying,butshewasdeterminedtoenjoytheride.

astheycontinuedtodiscussthefinerpointsofmeasurementandestimation,liningcouldn‘thelpbutfeelasenseofexcitementbuildinginsideher.whoknewthattalkingaboutsmilescouldbesothrilling?andyet...therewassomethingmoreatplayhere,somethingthatwentbeyondmerewordsandnumbers.

somethingthatspoketoherverysoul.

xuesan‘seyeslockedontohers,hisgazepiercingthroughtheveilofherdoubts.“yousee,lining,“hesaid,hisvoicelowandhusky,“thekeyisnotinthemeasurementitself,butinthemeaningbehindit.“

liningfeltashiverrundownherspineasxuesan‘swordshungintheairlikeachallenge.whatdidhemeanbythat?andwhatlayhiddenbeneaththesurfaceofthisseeminglyinnocuousconversation?

thequestionechoedthroughhermindasliningturnedawayfromxuesan,hereyesdriftingoutintothedistance.shehadnoideawhatwasabouttounfold,butsheknewonethingforcertain-nothingwouldeverbethesameagain.