Yang Ming clicked his tongue: "This little time is not enough for me to show my skills."
"But it's enough for me."
Daphne stood up and straddled Yang Ming's lap, her face adorned with unabashed allure, her eyes rippling with myriad emotions and a hint of shyness.
"I love you, Hanton, always have, this has twisted my soul almost completely."
Yang Ming sighed in his heart, proactively wrapped his arms around her slender and rather elastic waist, warmly embracing her as she lowered her head for a passionate kiss.
The cabin only contained the two of them.
Lyu casually blacked out the surveillance cameras, and in the Thought Space, covered Molly's eyes with his hand.
This is not something for immature Thought Bodies to see.
...
One and a half Galaxy Time later.
Outside Emperor Star, Yang Ming and Daphne, now changed into different clothes, boarded a ferry, directly descending to the surface of Emperor Star.
