Yang Ming noticed that she was holding the Golden Mask in her hand, unsure where to place it.
"Hello, Captain!"
Yang Ming saluted.
Catherine pursed her lips with a hint of helplessness, "Are you sure you're not injured?"
"Of course."
"Come with me for a check-up," Catherine pointed towards the infirmary. Yang Ming shrugged and calmly walked up.
Catherine turned and led the way with her hands behind her back.
She was a combat system girl, yet her arms and waist were very slender. Under the soft, smooth fabric of her little dress, she hid her gentle muscle curves.
Yang Ming almost wanted to hug her directly.
Stay calm, control yourself, as a dignified Quasi-Ancient God Life Form, he could not act too recklessly.
The infirmary was small, with a single bed and a few mechanical arms filled with various medical devices.
"Do not collect my biological data," Yang Ming reminded.
