Hera.
He inexplicably felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
026, holding Little Pusuo, followed behind Yang Ming, curiously looking in Hera's direction, subconsciously sucking on a finger, and muttering softly:
"Looks like it's delicious."
Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly.
But it seemed that there was no hidden danger about Hera.
The shuttle took them directly to the room entrance, and Yang Ming signaled 026 to take Pusuo for a leisurely stroll, pushing open the door himself and walking in.
Hera had already turned around, her big eyes calm as a tranquil lake. With Yang Ming's call, there were minor ripples in the lake.
"You're back?"
Yang Ming sighed, opening his arms willingly.
Hera initially wanted to be reserved, taking a few slow steps forward, but she couldn't suppress the impulse within and rushed over to Yang Ming, biting her lip as she jumped into his embrace, her slender legs wrapping around his waist, leaning down to kiss him.
