Whenever the phony Federation fell into hardship, his mood inexplicably brightened.
"The current main plan is to gather intelligence proving that the New Federation is breeding bugs and deliver the information to the Sherman Empire."
Yang Ming glanced toward the bedroom and continued to survey the layout of the place.
A few minutes later.
Hera, having changed into different clothes, hurriedly returned, jumped onto the couch barefoot, and gazed at Yang Ming with her eyes that seemed to sport glowing contact lenses.
She was now somewhat excited, but not by a large amount.
Yang Ming looked at her outfit.
The choice of denim shorts was quite good, revealing more than half of her pale and slender thighs, the milky texture of her skin being a significant advantage of her appearance.
The top half of her outfit appeared to be a men's plaid shirt, which wrapped around most of her alluring figure, exposing the straps of her black bra.
"Let's start."