Chapter 262: 133 Mr. Ming’s Flexible Bottom Line_3

“What happened?”

Hera turned around, curious, and asked.

The double cabin was spacious enough to meet the needs of couples traveling together.

“I just met a friend,” Yang Ming said with an unconcerned smile.

Hera asked with great interest, “Didn’t he invite you to a party?”

Yang Ming muttered a few words under his breath, and Hera couldn’t help but hold her forehead, “The young people in this country are hopeless.”

“Just a small part.”

Yang Ming’s gaze was drawn to a massive object, and he quietly asked, “Are you conservative about this?”

“Uh-huh,” Hera thought carefully, “Actually, it’s not too bad. I can only accept the one-on-one kind.”

Yang Ming laughed and said, “Don’t doubt yourself, that’s just being normal.”

“Wanna try?” Hera suddenly asked.

She quickly explained, “Like those plots in movies where the male and female leads inevitably have a scene before the big showdown.”

Yang Ming’s Adam’s apple started to move.

Hera’s eyes were very clear; she gazed into Yang Ming’s eyes, mimicking the scenes from the movies, slowly closing in on him.

Her makeup was very light, and the delicate and smooth skin was the best gift from nature to the young. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, and her eyes, which held starlight, stared at Yang Ming.

Always staring at Yang Ming.

“Close your eyes,” Yang Ming whispered.

Hera obediently closed her eyes.

Yang Ming propped himself up and lay on his side, lowering his head to kiss her.

To hell with restraint!

When a girl was this proactive, how could he possibly drop the ball at a time like this?

Just as their lips touched…

Hera suddenly woke up, her big eyes staring at Yang Ming. She pushed against Yang Ming’s chest, flipping herself away.

Yang Ming instinctively spread his hands, a little puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

She quickly turned around, facing the cabin wall, her slim body slightly heaving.

“Edit, edit that out,” Hera muttered softly to herself, “That segment went overboard; the earlier implied scene was enough.”

Yang Ming: …

If you’re nervous, just say so–so not straightforward.

“Is this your first kiss?” Yang Ming asked with a smile.

“As if,” Hera snorted, “I’m not that kind of boring and conservative woman.”

“Of course, you’re quite sexy, with a hint of intellect,” Yang Ming turned over and sighed softly, “Goodnight, tomorrow morning we’ll arrive. Remember to change your clothes before going out.”

Hera lightly bit her lip.

She secretly glanced over, her eyes holding some uncertainty, but then she swiftly grabbed a blanket to cover her head.

…

Professor Pat was in a terrible mood right now.

The Insect Swarm inexplicably rioted;

Agricultural crop necrosis suddenly appeared on the surface above the base.

The higher-ups had already called to inquire if his experiments could at least guarantee basic safety, and Professor Pat could only push these matters onto the director while he continued to search for the reasons behind the Insect Swarm’s riot and the emergence of necrosis.

Even after more than twenty years of research, Professor Pat still felt that only a tiny part of the mystery of the Insect Race had been unveiled.

Outside the laboratory’s glass window, Professor Pat’s most trusted academic partner rushed in with great urgency.

This middle-aged man in a lab coat — the biologist Nadal, with his signature Mediterranean hairstyle, arrived in front of Professor Pat.

“Damn it! That little punk!”

“Oh,” Professor Pat frowned, “What’s wrong with you? Were the experimental results unsatisfactory?”

Nadal frowned, “The experiment went surprisingly well. I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but after the last riot, they started cooperating with us.”

“This means we’re one step closer to taming the queen.”

Pat responded wearily:

“Then, why are you so furious again? Don’t bring me bad news; my fragile nervous system can’t handle more pressure.”

“I need a day or even half a day off.”

“What?” Pat looked at Nadal incredulously, “You’re actually willing to leave your lab?”

“Some good-for-nothing punk deceived Hera!”

Nadal growled:

“Hera doesn’t have the judgment for these things; she only knows academic research. That pretty boy! That guy who thinks he’s so handsome, he must be attracted by Hera’s cuteness and beauty. He’ll hurt Hera’s already limited feelings! Oh! Heaven! Hera actually likes this kind of man without any academic aura; he’s so lacking in depth!”

Professor Pat’s face was full of resignation.

“You’re going to Ao Star? I’ll help you apply for leave; remember to bring guards.”

“No need, they are on their way to Ram Star for a holiday. It’s the informant who’s been observing Hera who reported to me… they even bought a couple’s cabin! Is that kind of place for unmarried people? Her mother and I conceived her there!”

Nadal took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

“Give me a laser gun, Professor Pat, I’ll personally pick them up at the airport!”

“No problem, I’ll also have the director equip you with a fully armed squad… talk to them nicely, your daughter is already twenty-six, her hormone secretion has reached its peak, repression is not good.”

A hint of guilt flashed in Professor Pat’s eyes, but it passed quickly as he turned towards the laboratory bench.

“Let the young ones live a normal life; they don’t need to be dragged into our careers.”

“I understand, Professor.”

Nadal muttered softly.

“But I still want a laser pistol.”