Translator: 549690339 I
âA mosquito bite?â
The manâs thin lips opened slightly as he repeated Fu Shangâs words.
His deep blue eyes were fixed on Fu min the whole time, like the first handful of snowwater in winter, clean and pure, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes, making peopleâs hearts break.
âMaster, do you think Iâm an idiot?â
Fu Shang was speechless.
No, I didnât. I was just saying it casually.
Donât take it seriously!
Donât look at your dear master like youâre looking at a scumbag!
Cylaireâs fingertips caressed Fu Shangâs white neck, and he used a little more force. He said in a hoarse voice,? This is clearly a Hickey.â
âWho left this behind? Iâm a little ⦠Iâm just curious.â
No, not just curious.
More than that, it was jealousy.
In the robotâs deep blue eyes, there was a flash of light. It was dark and flickering with emotions similar to that of humans. It was extremely complicated.
It was only for a moment.
It once again became the coldness of a machine.
Cylaire returned to his gentlemanly appearance, as if his loss of self-control just now was just an illusion.
I canât let master find outâ¦
She would be frightened.
Fu Shang was a little troubled. She didnât know how to explain Hodelâs existence to silaire.
What could she say?
Was she supposed to hold hordellâs hand, smile, and introduce him to cylaire,â hey, Cyril, this is Hodel. Are you two the same person? â
Just think about that scene ⦠The corner of Fu Shangâs eyes twitched.
It was a proper shuraba.
Forget it, she didnât even believe it herself.
This was too ridiculous.
She still had to blame Jun Heng for thinking that his brain was not green enough for him to actually do such a thing for her ⦠What? You want to have a threesome?
Since there was no way to explain.
Then letâs run.
Fu Shang coughed lightly and nimbly slipped past silaireâs arm. She stepped on the ground bare-footed and flew to the bedroom door like a swallow. She opened the door and looked at silaire with a smile.
âMy dear Cyril, Iâm tired now. Can we talk tomorrow? 1 believe you wonât make things difficult for me, right?â
The young girlâs eyes were curved. She had already hidden in the room, but she still stuck her head out and winked at cylaire.
The golden-haired beauty was stunned for a moment.
She lowered her long eyelashes.
His soft thin lips curved into a warm arc as he said, ââOf course â¦â
The smile on the girlâs lips had just curled up halfway, but it immediately fell back down.
master,â Cyril said,â think about how to make it up. Iâll come back and ask you tomorrow.
Fu Shang was speechless.
It was very intelligent to make up this word.
No, what lie?
Cylaire, get your facts straight, you robot, Iâm your master, not your prisoner!
If system 677 could hear it, it would definitely sneer and then ruthlessly mock its host,â do you have the ability to say that in front of the heavenly axiom?â
Cyril walked over slowly, his hand on the doorknob, and was about to close the bedroom door for Fu Shang. He paused for a moment, then bent down and planted a light kiss on the girlâs beautiful lips. He lowered his voice.
Low magnetic and alluring.
âGood night, my⦠Master.â
They separated after a single touch.
The blonde beauty bent down and placed one hand in front of her body in a gentlemanly manner. Then, she closed the door without any hesitation.
Fu Shang was speechless.
This robot was a little strange, such as todayâs inexplicable action that seemed to be jealous..