Yang Ming never imagined that one day he would help a girl wash her hair, do skincare, apply makeup, and perform hair care.
After more than two hours of fussing over it, Yang Ming pushed Hera in front of the full-length mirror.
Hera looked at herself in the mirror, her pretty face slightly flawed and covered by light makeup, her milky skin appearing even fairer under the light, a cute dress, a pair of comfortable high heels, brown hair tied into a bun at the back of her head...
"You remind me of my mom."
Yang Ming, "..."
"Thank you," Hera whispered.
"Mm-hmm," Yang Ming shrugged, "you've given me enough commission. See you tonight. I need to deal with my boss, get a week off, and then help you with this private job."
Hera turned to ask, "For the escape abroad part, will you make a good plan?"
Yang Ming met her gaze, speaking slowly, "I will."
"Then I'll handle the intelligence-gathering part. When are we departing for Ram Star?"
