Howard slammed the textbook shut, his movements so quick it was as if he were covering up some incriminating evidence.

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, but his heart was still pounding wildly in his chest.

He dared not look into Mingzhao's eyes; the pure thirst for knowledge and the frankness of stating the facts within them now made him feel an immense, unbearable pressure.

He needs to calm down! He needs space! He needs to put his heart, which is about to leap out of his throat, back down!

Howard suddenly stood up, the movement so large that it knocked over the chair behind him with a loud crash.

Mingzhao was startled by the sudden noise and her body trembled slightly. She raised her head, her clear eyes filled with a hint of confusion at having her thoughts interrupted, and looked at him.

Howard avoided her gaze, his voice dry and hoarse, with a deliberate urgency: "I...I'm going to take a shower!"

After saying that, he practically fled into the cramped kitchenette next door, where a small shower area was temporarily separated by a curtain.

The sound of rushing water soon rose up, carrying a sense of impatience, as if trying to wash something away.

The cabin returned to silence, with only the cheerful music still playing from the radio. Mingzhao's attention was quickly drawn back to the closed textbook.

She reached out and tried to flip it back over to see the specific details of the "mistake".

But Howard closed the book too forcefully, and the pages seemed to be stuck together.

She tried to open it, but couldn't. Her brows furrowed slightly as she habitually did, as if she were pondering a technical problem.

Immediately, her gaze shifted from the textbook to the revised formula sketch that she and Howard had just "collaborated" on.

The lines are fluid and graceful, possessing a cold, logical beauty. This is far more appealing than the "incorrect" structure in the textbook.

She picked up a pencil, immersed in her own world, and began adding some auxiliary lines and annotation symbols to the blank spaces of the sketch: although they were still interstellar symbols that only she could understand, she completely forgot about the earth-shattering identification and Howard's loss of composure just now.

Kitchen shower corner.

The icy water washed over Howard's lean body, but it couldn't extinguish the turbulent waves in his heart.

He closed his eyes, letting the water wash over his face, trying to clear his jumbled thoughts.

Is the "mistake" Mingzhao pointed out true? If so, the consequences are unimaginable!

He secretly shared internal teaching materials with his wife, who suffers from "genius syndrome," and she even pointed out major design flaws.

This is simply...

Should we report this to Jiang Feng? How should we report it?

How many more shocking things can Mingzhao "see"?

Frustration, anxiety, lingering fear, and a hint of dread about the unknown clung to him like vines.

He vigorously wiped the water off his face and turned off the tap.

The icy air instantly enveloped his soaking wet body, making him slightly more alert.

He grabbed an old towel draped nearby and haphazardly wiped the water droplets from his hair and body.

Water droplets rolled down his broad, thick shoulders and back, his tight, powerful waist and abdomen, his smooth-lined arms and long legs.

Years of high-intensity military training have etched the most perfect medals on his body.

Every muscle is full and bulging, brimming with explosive power, yet perfectly distributed, like an ancient Greek sculpture full of harmony between strength and beauty.

Amidst the misty air, this body, brimming with wild power and masculine beauty, possesses a primal and striking aesthetic.

Howard was wiping the water off his face, frowning as he pondered what to do next, completely unaware that the curtain in the kitchenette had been slightly lifted.

Mingzhao's train of thought was interrupted by a rousing march that suddenly switched to playing on the radio.

She put down her pencil, rubbed her slightly sore eyes, and went to get a glass of water. She habitually headed towards the small kitchen, where a thermos flask was located.

She walked to the curtain and casually lifted it a crack.

Then, she stopped moving.

The lingering steam had not completely dissipated, enveloping the tall figure in the shower corner like a thin veil.

Howard had his back to her and was drying his wet short hair with a towel.

Glistening water droplets rolled down the grooves of his bronze, hard back muscles, slid over his breathtakingly taut waist, and disappeared along the V-line into the edge of the slightly narrow towel wrapped around his waist.

The kitchen was lit by a dim, yellow light bulb, which cast deep shadows on his bulging shoulder blades and smooth latissimus dorsi muscles, outlining powerful lines.

When you raise your arm to wipe your hair, your deltoid and biceps muscles bulge and contract like living things, full of primal vitality and explosive power.

Mingzhao's gaze, like the most precise scanner, instantly locked onto the male body that was fully exposed in the light and steam.

In the Interstellar Alliance, she had seen far too many "perfect warriors" who had undergone genetic optimization and mechanical modification. Their bodies were powerful and precise, like cold war machines. But the body before her... was completely different.

This is pure, untouched by any technological modifications, the pinnacle of natural evolution—physical power! Every muscle line contains the most primal explosive power and endurance.

Each breath, the rise and fall of the chest, is filled with wild vitality; the trajectory of the rolling water droplets seems to follow some kind of golden ratio law of strength and beauty.

A pure, aesthetic shock instantly seized Mingzhao's core thoughts.

This has nothing to do with lust; it's more like the pure awe a top scientist feels when observing a natural masterpiece that perfectly conforms to the laws of physics and biomechanics.

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