The morning in Minter City was cloudless, and a ray of the Constant Star's light stread in through the curtains that had automatically opened a gap, scattering over the ssy bed, making Yang Ming instinctively cover his eyes.
He had already sensed it, Mimili was showering at that mont.
The crazy night yesterday, thinking back on it now, still felt unfinished.
He was indeed pushed down by the Star Widow.
Mimili's eager compliance coupled with her clumsy shyness resulted in a curious reaction, which even drew in Yang Ming, a seasoned player in the field of love, making him jump into a beautiful whirlpool of hers, inspiring the idea of spending a lifeti together at the bottom of his heart.
Unfortunately, she yearns for freedom.
Yang Ming knew that Mimili only wanted to satisfy her longing for love through him. What attracted Mimili was simply his imnse strength.
That's just Mimili's character; she could never fall in love with a weak human male.
Yang Ming stared at the ceiling in a daze for a mont.
"Uncle," Mimili's voice floated over.
Wrapped in a towel, she jumped nimbly onto the bed like a ghostly cat, her silky skin stimulating Yang Ming's sensory organs, instantly energizing him.
"There's a eting soon," Mimili reminded him hastily.
"Ah," Yang Ming chuckled, "I don't know how to face your father now."
"What are you afraid of," Mimili lay on his chest, feeling Yang Ming's heartbeat, gently tracing her fingers over the contours of Yang Ming's abs, "I have the freedom to pursue my own love. My dad hasn't cared about that for a long ti."
Yang Ming squinted with a smile, holding her in his arms.
He suddenly rembered when he was playing "Abyss" back in the day and used to gaze at Mimili's poster from afar.
He never thought that now he'd be embracing the real, younger, and more beautiful Mimili, able to tease her at will...this...
A sense of vanity erged spontaneously.
"First, deal with serious matters," Yang Ming whispered, "Also, Mimili, there's sothing I have to tell you, our relationship cannot be made public."
"I understand, Uncle, you don't have to worry about that."
Mimili looked up at Yang Ming, his captivating face showing a hint of a smile.
"Do you think I'm the type of woman who would cling to you and only survive under your protection? We're happy, and that's enough, but you must listen to later on - I want to use the helt kind!"
Yang Ming shrugged: "Alright, then I'll risk my life to accompany a gentleman."
Mimili puffed her cheeks and pouted in a playful complaint: "It's clearly who's taking the risk."
Yang Ming exclaid that it was too much.
If it weren't for the fact that an official eting with the New Federation was about to take place, he really would!
Stay calm, must stay calm.
Half an hour later.
Yang Ming changed into a brand new suit.
Mimili put on an Empire's military outfit, supplented with a pair of stockings and high heels that enhanced her glamour.
Although her figure hadn't changed at all, Mimili now resembled a ripe peach, exuding an indescribable allure that was much more than before last night.
"Rember, Mimili, you are now a senior agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau," Yang Ming reminded, "Later, you will be appearing by my side as my secretary, which will directly clarify last night's news. Additionally, observe the young senators we'll be eting today."
"Don't worry, Uncle."
Mimili moved forward to tidy up Yang Ming's collar, then leaned down and lightly kissed his ear: "My instincts are usually sharp."
Yang Ming clutched her waist briefly, then put his hands behind his back as Mimili put on flat glasses, picked up the pre-prepared file folder, and wore a serious expression.
The door opened automatically, and the few special ops soldiers outside saluted in unison, already dressed in Empire's military uniforms.
"Sir!"
"Hmm, is everyone else ready?"
"Yes, Sir! The eting takes place in the hotel's lobby, and the venue is already set up with plenty of journalists sent by the New Federation."
Yang Ming chuckled: "These politicians are still thinking of political showboating."
"Oh, Mr. Ghost, Deputy Director Hanton," Griss complained beside him, "I thought you weren't attending this morning's eting!"
"Really?" Yang Ming raised an eyebrow slightly, "How's the dostic news?"
"No impact," Griss muttered, "It's my first ti seeing that an idol who called an escort didn't cause a scandal; instead, many Empire n are discussing the womanly charm of New Federation girls."
"I'm not an entertainnt idol anyway."
Yang Ming curled his lips, then introduced: "This is the strongest transford person of Heavenly Fury Fortress, Griss."
Griss instinctively puffed out his chest and raised his head, the corners of his mouth turning upward involuntarily.
"This is a senior agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau," Yang Ming said calmly, "She was ordered to support here in advance, providing with a lot of firsthand information... Do you think, with her looks and figure, does she need to work in that line of business? She could enjoy life by simply marrying a billionaire, couldn't she?"
"True," Griss didn't take another look at Mimili, just laughed, "But don't worry, Daphne's Highness publicly comnted, expressing her limitless support for Empire's heroes."
Mimili raised an eyebrow slightly.
Yang Ming didn't say much else and led the group towards the elevator.
More soldiers and officials joined the procession from both sides, each one maintaining a stern expression, with hardly anyone glancing at Mimili.
This eting today already counts as a highlight of their lives, and no one wants to make any mistakes.
...
According to Yang Ming's instructions, Griss and Mimili stopped at the elevator, with Griss blocking Mimili from view.
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