Several minutes later.
Yang Ming had closed the metallic door behind him with Mimili on the other side, slightly disheveled.
He suddenly doubted life.
Mimili was an advocate of asexual relationships, promoting the use of empathic devices for direct neuron-to-neuron communication... well, that was her freedom.
What else could Yang Ming do? Aside from showing understanding and offering encouragement—as a senior would gently encourage her to stay true to herself and try to appear avant-garde and fashionable.
A ray formed nearby, intertwining to project Molly's image, who was chuckling nonstop.
"You knew all along?" Yang Ming glared at Molly.
"Yes, Master Hanton," Molly pushed her glasses up. "Master Mimili is very fond of cutting-edge science, but she's a bit obsessed. Perhaps you can use your masculine charm to change her preferences, Molly believes."
"Give it a rest, Molly, people's preferences should be respected."
