Two Bases

Having just arrived on a luxury yacht like the Ray Number, if he did not go up to the top deck to feel the breeze, experience steering the boat, and ride the waves, that would be a little too pretentious.

Ronan was not a pretentious person. After locking in their next destination, Yin Le casually suggested it, and he agreed. Thus, the two of them were now on the top deck, with the indoor climate control replaced by the cool night breeze blowing toward them.

Out in the open between sky and water, one's mood was always different from when confined in a sealed room.

There was still some distance to their designated target. Though that distance meant nothing to Ronan, considering the need for observation and attention to detail, he temporarily left that side alone. For the moment, he became a Tourist newly arrived in unfamiliar territory. Under Yin Le's guidance, he took over the top-deck controls, ignoring such trivial details as "driving without a license," and embarked on a series of continuous Z-shaped stunt maneuvers that made the ordinary crew members' hearts leap into their throats.

Fortunately, Ronan had some self-awareness. Sensing the crew's chaotic emotions, he only sampled the experience briefly before stepping down. He returned to the sun lounge behind the helm and tasted the low-alcohol drink Yin Le had mixed.

The crisp taste of the drink mingled with the refreshing sensation of the night breeze. It truly was enjoyable.

On the relatively spacious top deck, Yin Le still followed her usual seating habit from the small living-room lounge, sitting at Ronan's side. The night wind stirred her shoulder-length hair, and occasionally a strand brushed Ronan's cheek, making it itch enough that he wanted to reach up and scratch it.

Yin Le noticed the detail. She