Chapter 120: 072 Moths and Kisses_2
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“Boss, we had to prepare in advance.”
Lyu’s voice was very calm.
This precisely indicated the severity of the situation.
“Boss, we had to consider that the Sherman Empire is the Sovereign Country of the Wind Empire. Any mistake or flaw before the Sherman delegation would irritate the Wind Empire’s high-ranking officials.”
“They’re ready to embarrass you; that’s enough to kill your political future.”
Yang Ming murmured, “How to embarrass?”
“Well, General Uli hasn’t thought of a way,” Lyu sneered, “Why don’t we spread the video of Uli and his several bedmates online and bring him down first?”
Yang Ming chuckled, “Analyze whether it’s possible to evade the opponents’ attack.”
“Boss, Uli has already issued the relevant military orders. It’s too late to evade.”
Yang Ming fell silent.
He held the rusty shower head, continuing to rinse his clean body, the hesitation in his eyes gradually fading.
“I quite like life here.”
Yang Ming shook his head, speaking in a faint voice, “Start the Flight Moth Plan in advance, set the ti for tomorrow night. I need to contact this Emperor beforehand, see if I can leave a good impression.”
Lyu reminded, “Forcing a change in the plan’s tiline will surely leave so traces. Besides, Boss, you have a date with Miss Windsor tomorrow night.”
“Change the date to tonight, this is business.”
“Okay, Boss.”
“Send Uli and his bedmate’s video to Edwan anonymously,” Yang Ming reminded, “Rember to mosaic it; our Second Prince is a pure middle-aged man, can’t handle dirty stuff.”
Lyu chuckled, recalling so amusing incidents.
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When Yang Ming went on his date, he still wore military pants and boots, pairing them with a plain shirt.
Compared to Yang Ming’s sowhat casual attire, Miss Windsor always dressed up ticulously for each occasion.
Just like tonight.
Windsor’s silky long hair cascaded over her smooth shoulders, her sexy collarbone like flower buds supporting her slender neck and elegant yet understated face.
They discussed the topic left over from last ti about interstellar navigation; Yang Ming only ntioned a little about the dangers and techniques of piloting a spacecraft, and she was intrigued.
This was already their fifth date, and Yang Ming decided to achieve sothing substantial tonight.
After dinner, they strolled briefly on the pedestrian street.
Yang Ming had his hands in his pockets, asuring the bricks on the pedestrian street with his military boots.
Windsor, on the other hand, had her hands behind her back, her long hair draped over a strapless dress, drawing the attention of many passersby.
Yang Ming eyed her long, slender beautiful legs, confird she wasn’t wearing high heels, then smiled and asked, “Do you always bring so many bodyguards when you go out?”
“Hmm? So many bodyguards?” Windsor blinked, “I only have one driver nearby, responsible for transport.”
“Not right, they’re around,” Yang Ming said mysteriously.
Windsor curiously looked around but didn’t spot any suspicious figures.
Yang Ming suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Windsor hadn’t reacted when a gentle force started pulling her forward to run.
“Hey! Ming!”
Almost as soon as Yang Ming pulled her forward a few ters, dozens of n and won stirred simultaneously in every direction.
Once Yang Ming had run a certain distance with her, those people could hold no longer and imdiately gave chase.
Seeing this, Windsor widened her eyes in disbelief, turned her head to look at the figures behind her, and increased her running speed, instead beginning to pull Yang Ming forward.
Two minutes later.
Yang Ming and Windsor leaned behind a billboard, as the dozen or so n and won rushed past.
They exchanged glances and smiled, quickly holding back their laughter.
She panted slightly, her chest heaving continuously due to her regular shaping exercises, affording her decent stamina.
“Your father is considering your safety too,” Yang Ming said softly.
Windsor muttered quietly, “I thought only one or two people were watching , didn’t expect so many, it’s terrifying.”
“The current situation is unstable,” Yang Ming said softly, actively seeking eye contact.
When Windsor saw his fiery eyes, her breathing unconsciously beca light and slow; her gaze flickered, then brightened, ultimately fixing on Yang Ming’s eyes, without retreating.
Windsor gripped Yang Ming’s shirt sleeve, seemingly unable to withstand his gaze, choosing to slowly close her eyes, her jelly-like lips slightly parted…
Lyu’s Thought Space.
The chanical Thought Body watched the kissing scene on the screen, shaking its head repeatedly, while grabbing a bag of potato-chip-like snacks and watching with great interest.
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Another sleepless night.
Yang Ming tossed and turned in bed, heat simring within that couldn’t be dispelled.
Though he very much wanted to take Windsor directly, being able to kiss her today was already a stage result; excess must be understood.
While embracing her enchanting body, Yang Ming rely held onto her slender waist enhanced with defined abs, without making overly offensive moves, an act of great restraint.
‘Having a serious romance in the Wind sounds nice.’
Yang Ming thought enthusiastically.
Now, whenever he closed his eyes, it was Windsor’s beautiful face, and just passing his fingertips could remind him of the wonderful touch of her smooth skin.
“Lyu.”
“Boss,” Lyu’s figure appeared at the bedside.
“Repeat the steps of the Flight Moth Plan, let’s check for any errors.”
“Okay, Boss.”
A three-dinsional projection of the Imperial Palace appeared before Yang Ming.
“The duty roster is already arranged, you’ll be guarding near the Emperor’s bedchamber for six hours tomorrow, from 4:00 p.m. till nightfall, the Flight Moth Plan will start when the sun sets.
“Then, there’ll be nurous viruses in the Imperial Palace’s internal network, with virus samples sourced from the New Federation Agent’s toolkit.
“All security locks on the six paths to the Emperor’s bedchamber will be deactivated, but only the path marked before you can reach the Emperor’s bedchamber smoothly.
“You need to reach the bedchamber within three minutes to lead your team in protecting the Emperor.”
Lyu paused, “The biggest uncontrollable factor now is the Emperor’s movent path. If he’s not in the bedchamber, I’ll adjust in real ti. There are still many uncontrollable factors needing your improvisation.”
Yang Ming nodded, smiling, “Do you think Miss Windsor is already asleep?”
Lyu was silent for a few seconds.
The three-dinsional projection before Yang Ming gently flickered, transforming into a thermal imaging-based observation perspective.
It showed the mansion where the minister of finance lived. In the central bedroom on the second floor, Windsor, in a pink and white nightdress, hugged a pillow, tossing and turning on the bed, occasionally sighing or chuckling.
“Uh, is she ntally sound?” Yang Ming half-joked.
“Boss, it should be human shyness and insecurity. She’s fallen in love. If you suggested she spend the night with you tonight, she likely wouldn’t refuse. — That’s what her hormones indicate.”
Yang Ming couldn’t help covering his eyes.
Damn!
So conservative.
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