The dark-haired girl covered her face with her hands.
One hand pointed to the door.
"No, you can go out."
Silaire tilted her head slightly, her soft blond hair set off her extremely fair complexion, which was actually a little cute, and doubts flashed in her cold glass-like blue eyes.
He obviously didn't understand why Fu Yue wanted him to go.
"Master, why? Wouldn't it be good to let Silaire serve you?"
Fu Yue: "..."
You have the nerve to ask why
God damn wants you to serve and take a bath!
With a calm and fair face, the black-haired girl showed a sinister smile to Xilaier, and said, "If you ask one more question, I don't want you anymore! I don't need a disobedient doll."
A deep blue flashed across the robot's eyes.
Then he nodded slowly, bent down, put one hand on his shoulder, and performed the etiquette of an elegant gentleman.
"yes."
Silaire exited the room.
Fu Yue breathed a sigh of relief, untied his clothes, tested the temperature of the water with his toes, and then stepped in slowly.
…
The second floor of the villa, the corridor.
The murals in the villa and the precious artworks on display all have a strong retro style. The huge murals hanging in the corridor have a dark overall color. Next to it is the handrail of the stairs, which is made of red agarwood.
There are also chandelier wall lamps hanging on the wall, which are covered with a dark shell and a frosted texture, creating a dusk-like atmosphere.
After the well-dressed man left the house, he walked on the corridor, his steps were slow, regular and heavy.
Cyril stopped suddenly.
He turned his head and cast his gaze towards a certain room on the second floor, and the light cast a profile on his handsome nose.
The beautiful robot suddenly smiled.
The master is still the master.
But something seems to be different.
The current owner....he loves it and wants to be close.
"etc."
Silaire suddenly stopped in his tracks, a few traces of hesitation flashed across his fair face, as if he suddenly thought of something.
He didn't seem to have prepared pajamas and towels for the owner.
The robot was silent for two seconds.
He sighed almost imperceptibly, and spat out a few words from his thin lips.
"I was careless."
On the other side, Fu Yue, who had finished taking a shower, obviously also noticed this problem.
The black-haired girl was staring at her beautiful eyes, staying in the water and unable to come out.
"… Hold."
It took a long time before he cursed.
There was a knock on the door at the right time, accompanied by a man's low magnetic voice.
"Master, I just forgot to prepare clothes for you, may I come in now?"
It was quiet for a few seconds.
Only then did the girl's reluctant and awkward voice sound.
"come in."
After opening the door, Silaire put the pajamas and towels there, and then his eyes fell on the girl in the bath.
As a robot, the word no evil is clearly not in his dictionary.
The room is full of white mist, which is not really visible.
But the robot's eyesight is excellent.
Silaire could see it clearly.
The girl hid herself in the bathtub, her back was facing Silaire, her long black hair hung down her back, dripping wetly.
A section of shoulder was exposed under the thick black hair, which was white and thin.
The extreme contrast between black and white.
People can't move their eyes.
The beautiful robot's blue eyes were deep. He stared at the girl's snow-white back, and praised him from his thin lips.
"The master is so beautiful."
Fu Yue who was hiding in the bathtub: "Don't look at it... put your things down, you go out."
You are beautiful!