Yang Ming smiled and said, "Should I bet that you can't mobilize the Levi Fleet?"
"The choice is yours," Lyu replied softly.
She logged out of the True Son's Brain of the robot maid, who then bowed slightly and executed the charging restart program, walking back with light steps to the living room of the suite.
Yang Ming shrugged slightly, "See, trouble is coming."
Mimili laughed, "At worst, we can just run away far and wide."
"It's not that simple."
Yang Ming pinched her smooth cheek, with little worry in his eyes.
"Right now we're passive everywhere, tsk, need to find an opportunity to take the initiative."
Mimili lay on her stomach, supporting her chin as she too fell into thought.
However, as she thought, she felt the strap of her underwear being pulled open, and Yang Ming's warm chest pressed against her. She gave up thinking, a charming smile on her lips, as she turned over and embraced Uncle Hanton's neck, welcoming his passionate kiss.
