"You don't need to act anymore. Although your facial expressions and body movements are good, your eyes lack fear. You're too calm." The Doctor held a coffee cup, walked up to Tang Zheng, and stared into his eyes, "I've dissected many Aliens, so I'm familiar with that sense of panic!"
It was an indirect demonstration of authority, the fact that the Doctor dared come closer showed she was not afraid of Tang Zheng.
"So what?" Tang Zheng straightened his back, his eyes cold and piercing like a sharp sword, exuding an intimidating charisma.
Having survived through deadly battles, Tang Zheng had developed a calm and collected demeanor, unflappable even if Mount Tai were crashing down in front of him.
"How beautiful, I like that expression!" the Doctor admired, reaching out to touch Tang Zheng's cheek like appreciating a sculpture crafted by a master artist, "I really want to chop off your head and take it back to my room."
