Abyss Solo

Yang Ming sighed, crossed his legs, and his eyes held a touch of contemplation.

The development of events was indeed too rapid.

Now, Yang Ming and Lyu were likely the only ones who knew that this was probably Li causing trouble behind the scenes.

At this moment, Yang Ming finally felt a sense of confidence.

No matter what Li's purpose truly was, at this stage, their goal was aligned: to disrupt the Empire.

If they didn't destabilize the Empire and it regained its composure, Wind would be the one in danger.

Li had leveraged the public demonstration carefully orchestrated by him and Lyu;

Moreover, Li acted without any scruples, having knowledge even of the color of Yang Ming's underwear, she was completely unconcerned that Yang Ming might retaliate against her—she was certain Yang Ming would either stand aside or add fuel to the fire.

"Hanton," Daphne asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Yang Ming turned his head to look at Daphne.

She supported her supple body with one half of her hips on the side of the sofa, the glossy texture of her spaghetti strap nightgown outlined lines that seemed to flow, and her fair skin and smooth long hair complemented one another. Especially those light-colored eyes, which concealed star nebulae from distant time-space, accentuated her exquisitely beautiful features and face.

Yang Ming suddenly felt a yearning, a desire to embrace her, to kiss her wantonly, to fiercely suck at her snowy neck.

"Come over."

Yang Ming beckoned with initiative.

Daphne paused, pointed at herself.

Yang Ming smiled and reached out, grabbed her arm, gently but irresistibly pulling her into his embrace.

"Hanton..."

Daphne looked up at Yang Ming, seeing his face close up.

She could scarcely believe this was a scene from reality.

All those times, Yang Ming had always offered her only his back, granting her exclusively the 'privilege' of hugging him from behind.

Daphne closed her eyes, sensing the other's lips.

She immediately felt somewhat lost in herself.

What she thought about, worried about, and was anxious about in her heart, all transformed into blankness at this moment.

She felt the other's passion, she proactively extended her tongue, adjusting her breathing according to the thousands of times she had rehearsed in her mind, gently caressing his broad back, further encouraging him with soft and charming hums...

Buzz, buzz!

Yang Ming's watch was vibrating.

Yang Ming's eyes instantly regained clarity; he opened them, looking at Daphne who was completely nestled against him, already in a state of floral intoxication. Her freshly tender lips made Yang Ming's mind conjure a taste of sweetness.

"Hanton..."

She grasped Yang Ming's collar, exerting slight strength to pull Yang Ming back.

Yang Ming glanced sidelong at the projection device beside them, which Daphne had just tossed over...

"That thing, Daphne," Yang Ming said, "It seems we've accidentally triggered some button...your great-uncle..."

"Huh?"

Daphne turned to look aside, hastily covered her chest, struggled a few times, sat up and quickly hid behind the sofa as a crouch.

Beside them, in the projection, Director Eno, dressed in formal attire, looked at Yang Ming and Daphne, his expression somewhat indescribable.

"I'll call back in a few minutes."

Director Eno said in a deep voice, lifted his hand, and disconnected the communication.

Yang Ming scratched his head and leaned over to peek at Daphne.

Daphne frowned and said, "You should have warned me earlier. Although Director Eno is my great-uncle, but this kind of loss of composure...

"Just now was terrific," Yang Ming blinked.

Daphne gently bit her lip, lowered her head and looked aside, "I'll go change my clothes...I'm always available...whenever..."

After finishing speaking, she got up and walked towards the adjoining bedroom.

Yang Ming watched her graceful and charming figure, recalling the scene just moments ago, unable to avoid slipping into slight distraction.

How to explain things to Mimili?

Oh, right, Mimili doesn't need to know about this.

Boss Yang glanced at his watch; it was a reminder message from Lyu, informing them of the accidental connection to the communication.

As for when Daphne threw her pendant-like projection device into the corner...Boss Yang had no impression at all.

...

Ten minutes later.

Yang Ming sat behind the desk, and Daphne, dressed in a sophisticated outfit, stood by Yang Ming's side, supporting the back of the chair.

The communication was connected again, Director Eno looked at these two 'young people,' and couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Seeing you two are getting along well, I am relieved."

Director Eno crossed his legs.

The environment he was in was presumably inside the Imperial Palace, and Yang Ming saw the distant palace maid.

"Hanton," Director Eno said, "Can we have a serious talk now?"

"Director," Yang Ming said earnestly, "It's not that I don't want to talk to you, but because you haven't given me the opportunity to talk before."

Eno's gaze was as sharp as a blade: "Hanton, answer me, what do you want to obtain here in the Empire?"

"You know, my home planet is what I can't set aside."

"Oh, Hanton, we are not fools," Director Eno said blandly, "The reason you gave, when you were still a soldier, was very persuasive, and it once convinced me, but after you repeatedly refused the Sherman family's overtures, this reason no longer holds any persuasive power."

Director Eno chuckled and continued:

"I have tried recalling your previous attitudes; you are deliberately keeping your home planet on your lips.

"You are deliberately giving us a handle, one that makes us feel we can easily control you, right?"

Yang Ming spoke earnestly: "I truly love my home planet."

"You see," Director Eno smiled and said, "I believe we can have an honest and sincere conversation."