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âMaster, you donât need to be shy. There are no gender differences in robots, and Cyril will not have any thoughts about you. You just need to treat me as a puppet that can serve you.â
The beautiful robot had a gentle and pious attitude.
Fu min slowly typed out a question mark.
Sorry, she didnât believe it.
Fu min could clearly remember that in the memories of the original owner of the body.
Cyril had never had any physical contact with her, let alone such a direct action of holding the little girlâs ankle.
Fu Shang squinted his eyes.
She wanted to see what the robot would do next.
The black-haired girl was silent for two seconds.
He smiled and nodded.
âCyril is right, I was too sensitive just now. Butâ¦â
The man who was half-kneeling on the ground looked up at her.
He seemed to be waiting for her to continue.
Fu Shang wagged his white feet and tilted his head towards cylaire, seemingly troubled, cylaire took off my shoes. How do I get to the bathroom? â
The man stood up.
He bent down and picked up the young girl sitting on the chair. With ease, he held her shoulder with one hand and held her leg with the other, still maintaining a gentlemanly distance.
âCylaire will send you there, master.â
His body was suddenly suspended in the air.
Subconsciously, Fu Shang grabbed onto the corner of cylaireâs shirt.
donât worry, master. Cyril wonât hurt you.
The beautiful robot smiled at her.
Fu Shang was speechless.
She felt that there was something strange in this smile.
â¦. It could also be her illusion.
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Cylaire sent the black-haired girl in his arms to the bathroom. There was a large bathtub in the bathroom, which was actually a hot spring pool. It was steaming, and mist filled the entire room.
He put down his hand.
Fu Shang stood on the blanket in front of the bath.
He saw that cylaire had no intention of leaving.
ââ¦.â Fu Shang was confused.
What was this person still doing here?
To help her shower?
The black-haired girl clenched her fist to her lips and coughed.
11 Cyril, I1 m going to take a shower, you â â
Fu Shang didnât finish his sentence but she thought the robot would understand.
As expected, Cyril made his move.
Fu Shang smiled in satisfaction.
Robots should be obedient⦠Wait, what are you doing?
The black-haired girlâs face froze in the next moment.
The man lowered his head slightly. The light in the bathroom was not bright. The light from the wall lamp was a soft, warm yellow.
Cylaireâs eyes seemed gentler under the light, but they looked even more like an oil painting, gorgeous and beautiful.
Of course, this personâs actions must be ignored.
Cylaireâs slender fingers were unbuttoning the collar of her long dress.
His fingers moved nimbly.
Within a few seconds, he had already unbuttoned the top two buttons on his collar.
Then, Cyrilâs fingers slid down to the girlâs slender waist to untie the belt on her skirt.
Fu Shang stopped cylaireâs hand.
âYouâ¦â
Cyril, what youâre doing now is considered overstepping the boundaries, right?
He didnât expect that the other party would just blink his blue eyes in confusion and ponder for a moment.
This moment was a little long.
It was so long that Fu min thought he had crashed.
Cyril shook his head slowly, master, Iâm only trying to provide you with the most detailed service. You donât have to be shy.
Fu Shang covered his face in silence.
This, thisâ¦
Jun Heng was such a dog.
He had actually created such a plane.
If he didnât say it, he could kill him.