Jiang Zhouxing, 29 years old, is a top sculptor, a notoriously criticizing professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, and a complete monster.
He never treats people as human beings, only as garbage and perfect bodies...
The occupational disease caused by falling off sculptures all year round made him have 3D modeling in his mind. At a glance, he saw only bone lines and flaws.
In his eyes, a person with a slightly crooked shoulder is considered a waste, a person with a waist-to-hip ratio that is even one point short of a ratio is considered rubbish, and a person with poor muscle lines will be eliminated immediately.
After living for 29 years, he has seen everyone, and none of them have passed the mark. They are all defective products and garbage. There is no perfect body in his mind...
He is asexual, has no desire or feelings for anyone,
Even in the face of one's own physiological needs, they regard them as insignificant body procedures and deal with them indifferently, as if completing a superfluous task.
He was like a dead and cold machine. He had been holding back for 29 years, but he had not found a satisfactory body or carved a truly satisfactory work.
Until he met Wen Yan.
This gentle and honest new school doctor Wen Yan was actually the only body he had ever seen in his life that was so perfect.
The bones are precise and the proportions are perfect, not even a single flaw can be found.
Jiang Zhouxing stared at him, and the machine that had been dormant for 29 years suddenly exploded.
For the first time, he reacted.
"You are the only perfect work of art that can make me desire."
"The only body that makes me feel perfect"
Intention: The ultimate paranoid possession is his unique love.
