God's descent (11)_1

"Master, you don't 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."

The beautiful robot had a gentle and pious attitude.

Fu min slowly typed out a question mark.

Sorry, she didn't 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 girl's 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.

"Cyril is right, I was too sensitive just now. But ..."

The man who was half-kneeling on the ground looked up at her.

He seemed to be waiting for her to continue.