133 Mr. Ming's Flexible Bottom Line_2

For instance, when they leaned close together to eat ice cream, Yang Ming couldn't help but watch her nimble tongue.

"That seems delicious."

Or, there was a time in the corner of a restaurant on a two-seater sofa. After eating and drinking to her fill, Hera lazily lay on his lap.

Her thick, silky brown hair flowed downward, and a pair of eyes like rippling water gazed at Yang Ming. Her usually expressionless cute face was slightly flushed from the alcohol, with a lazy gaze and a dreamy expression.

Yang Ming almost went in for a kiss.

But Hera quickly realized that her position was somewhat improper and swiftly got up, placing her feet on Yang Ming's lap.

Luckily, Yang Ming didn't have a foot fetish.

Neither of them was merely pretending to be a couple.

Whenever night fell and the world was quiet, Yang Ming would activate the shielding device and start teaching Hera some spy skills.