"This was just a mission."
Catherine once again reminded herself.
In the first-class lounge of a 300-meter-class commercial passenger ship, Catherine had taken off her mask, confirming Bryant wasn’t nearby, and looked at her reflection in the mirror with slight distress.
She had never really cared about skincare or maintenance before, and after staying up late to read some beauty routine posts last night, she felt that these things were more troublesome than learning a set of mixed martial arts skills.
Before makeup, she had to moisturize and apply a base.
Fortunately, a beauty blogger named ’Lyu Lyu Lyu Lyu Lyu’ had proactively recommended some tech products while Catherine browsed these pages, requiring just a simple application on the skin, ensuring hydration and whiteness for dozens of Galaxy Time, making the skin look very bright and had a jelly-like texture when lightly pressed...
Catherine raised her hand to her forehead.
’This is just a simple escort mission, there’s no need to seduce anyone, Catherine, what are you doing?’
She hastily put away those skincare products and put on the mask-shaped Golden Mask, immediately preparing to return to the resting cabin.
Just as she turned her head, she hesitated, raised her hand to touch her long hair, which she had dyed black and straightened before departure, and hummed a few times, beginning to debate whether to tie it up or let it loose.
Catherine, not noticeably different, inserted her hands into her trench coat pockets and calmly walked back to the semi-closed personal resting cabin.
The clever Boss Yang put down the book he was holding, looked up and stared at Catherine for a while, a knowing smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
"Reading," Catherine said calmly, maintaining a graceful sitting posture, habitually crossing her legs.
The turtleneck sweater and tight pants inside her trench coat accentuated her tall and slender figure.
Yang Ming was lying on the side, propping his face with one hand, carefully looking at Catherine’s profile.
"What are you staring at? Do I have words on my face?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you’re suited to be a model or an actress?" Yang Ming said softly.
Catherine replied indifferently, "Save your sweet talk for little girls. Do you think I’d be mentally ecstatic because of your flowery words?"
"I’m sincerely flattering," Yang Ming shrugged slightly, sitting up composedly.
He took off his coat and pulled off the undergarment worn beneath, revealing a well-toned physique.
Catherine glanced over a few times, then lowered her head to clear her throat, continuing to read the paper book in her hand, searching for the ’reading feel’ Yang Ming mentioned earlier.
Yang Ming put on a loose short-sleeve and said with a smile, "See what this is."
He tossed the undergarment next to Catherine, and she frowned, picking it up, finding it surprisingly heavy, the seemingly soft fabric was actually made of some kind of metal fibers mixed together.
"Your clothes... huh?"
Catherine suddenly realized something, turning her head to glare at Yang Ming.
On this return to the team, Yang Ming used his real face.
"When I ordered the mechanical body, I always ordered the Hui Saka image," Yang Ming squinted with a smile, "just needed to do some minor tweaks, hide my biological characteristics, mimic the coldness of machinery, I could fool the machines at the training base. Machines are the easiest to deceive, because they lack intuition."
Catherine opened her mouth, murmuring softly, "You are too bold."
"Once it’s assumed I used a mechanical body for cooperation, the higher-ups wouldn’t suspect I was true for false," Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, "so, are you amazed by my ingenious idea? Haha."
"I’ll make a call to the higher-ups."
"Don’t, sister," Yang Ming hurriedly said, "I’m just boasting a bit, let’s not trouble the big shots up there."
Catherine shook her head, naturally not reaching for the communication device.
She adjusted the resting cabin into a lying position, lying sideways and gazing at Yang Ming.
Their two resting cabins had entered a synchronization mode, creating a seven or eight square meters of soundproof private space, allowing for conversation, chatting, doing something without disturbing other guests.
Of course, thanks to the capitalists’ fine practices, such luxurious first-class cabins didn’t come equipped with independent bath systems.
— It would increase costs significantly, not conducive to maximizing the seating capacity in limited space.
"Can I ask you a few questions?" Catherine said, "About the White Ghost."
Yang Ming laughed, "What’s in it for me? I’m a despicable guy, I usually don’t rise early unless there’s a benefit."
"You have a very clear understanding of yourself," Catherine responded indifferently, "don’t think you can do anything to me. To me, if someone has too many emotional experiences, it’s hard for him to take a relationship seriously."
"I swear by the Divine Sect of our Empire, I’ve really only had two official relationships," Yang Ming said solemnly, "I’m not a philandering person."
"Hmm," Catherine seemed to be pondering something.
She suddenly asked, "Where does the White Ghost’s power actually come from?"
"Where does your power come from?"
"Genes, embryo cultivation, cell differentiation and division," Catherine said softly, "only I survived out of 120,000 embryos. Your turn."
Yang Ming laughed, "Actually, these have been mentioned before, gene fusion experiment, Ancient Gods’ genes were integrated into human genes, creating humanoid Ancient Gods, Valkyrie Po Suo, and then her genes fused with mine."
Catherine pondered slightly, "From this perspective, Po Suo is another mother of yours?"
"You can describe her as a higher life form; such a description is very unprofessional," Yang Ming retorted scoldingly, "have you ever seen a mother who always wants to devour her child?"