God's descent (12)_1

The black-haired girl covered her face with one hand.

He pointed at the door.

"No, you can leave now."

Cylaire tilted his head slightly. His soft golden hair contrasted with his extremely fair skin, making him look a little cute. His cold, glass-like blue eyes flashed with doubt.

He clearly didn't understand why Fu Shang wanted him to leave.

"Master, why? Isn't it better to have cylaire serve you?"

Fu Shang was speechless.

You still have the nerve to ask why?

Who the f * ck wants you to serve him in the bath!

The black-haired girl's fair face revealed a sinister smile as she said, ""If you ask again, I won't want you anymore! I don't need a disobedient puppet."

A deep blue color flashed across the robot's eyes.

Then, he nodded slowly. He bent down and placed one hand on his shoulder, performing an elegant gentlemanly bow.

"Yes."

Cyril left the room.