Early the next morning.
Yang Ming had already woken up but was reluctant to let go of Mimili in his arms, continuing to feign sleep, gently rubbing his fingers on her smooth skin.
Mimili slept deeply.
Before seeing 'Uncle Hanton', she had already completed a cute outfit change, covering the skull tattoo, taking off the tight leather pants and studded boots, and switching to a pleated skirt and small cloth boots.
Of course, regardless of what they wore, they ultimately embraced without barriers and were honest with each other.
Mimili seemed to feel that Yang Ming had awakened. Still unable to open her eyes, she touched Yang Ming's eye corner with her fingertips, murmuring something softly.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ming asked.
"Uncle, did the Sherman Empire hurt you?"
Yang Ming paused for a moment, then smiled, pulling her into his arms and sighing softly.
"No, it's all part of the plan. The curses and attacks against me are just part of the plan."
