The lazy subordinate Ancient God Life Form was still sound asleep.
Meanwhile, the diligent Mechanical Thought Body, without waiting for its master's call, had already illuminated the watch beside the pillow.
A few beams of "light" intertwined to create a thirty-centimeter-high virtual image with simulated texture, which jumped onto Yang Ming's pillow.
"Get up, boss!"
Yang Ming waved his hand dismissively, muttered something, and continued his deep sleep.
"Hey."
Lyu crooked her small waist, lightly blinked her eyes, then maliciously crawled next to Yang Ming's ear, whispering:
"Merge with me."
Yang Ming jolted up in shock, standing on the bed in attack mode, wearing boxer shorts, shaking his head left and right, with black lines dripping from his forehead.
Lyu blinked, somewhat guilty, and lowered her head, retreating. But a large hand grabbed her directly.
"Got bold, didn't you? Huh?"
