The alloy door opened silently, and Yang Ming stood cautiously outside the frame.
Soft light shone out, revealing a spacious living room with a figure seated in the corner of a sectional sofa.
Was this the Princess?
A myriad of chaotic thoughts flowed through Yang Ming's mind, except for any male instinct.
The information he had just received was overwhelming.
The presence of an ordinary person inside indicated that there was no toxic gas.
Yang Ming entered the room and casually closed the alloy door behind him.
The girl looked up, her ice-blue eyes particularly striking; her soft, golden hair, unadorned, cascaded over her chest and back.
When observed, the first feature to catch one's eye would be her pupils;
as the gaze of the observer expanded, they would soon be captivated by her beautiful visage;
