Obviously, the robot's expression froze for a moment visible to the naked eye.
It was rare for Silaire to show such a human expression.
"Crash?"
As an intelligent robot from the future interstellar age, Silaire naturally knew what this meant.
The girl nodded.
There was obvious complaint in the soft tone.
"I called you last night, but you ignored me. Siler, you said before that you don't need to sleep, but you fell into a deep sleep last night. Isn't this a crash?"
The beautiful robot fell silent.
This was obviously beyond Silaire's expectations.
Ashamed to say, he didn't know what happened last night or what the situation was.
a long time.
Silaire spoke slowly, with the same elegant and polite tone, "I'm sorry, master, this is Silaire's negligence, which surprised you. But... I don't know what's going on... Please punish the master."
talking.
The handsome and elegant blond gentleman half-knelt down, facing his master, and lowered his head.
Fu Yue was taken aback.
She didn't expect Cyril to come out like this.
There is no need to punish or something.
There was a moment of silence.
The girl waved her hand and said weakly: "Forget it, it's fine."
What's the point of her being mad at a robot.
Seeing that Silaire was still half-kneeling on the spot motionless, like a handsome sculpture, Fu Yue felt a little helpless: "Stand up, don't just kneel... in front of me, there is no need to do this."
Hoddle put his hands on his shoulders and saluted a gentleman, expressing his submission.
He lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."
It was late autumn now, and it was raining lightly outside, and the raindrops slapped on the eaves of the attic, dripping slowly, and dripping onto the fallen leaves, making a dull sound.
Fu Yue's mood also became irritable with the sound of raindrops.
She pushed away the quilt on her body, and she was only wearing a black nightdress, made of silk, with intricate patterns embroidered on the edge of the upper skirt, low-key yet delicate.
The nightdress is very thin.
Even though the fireplace was lit in the room, it was still a little cold, the kind of coldness in late autumn, the kind that can penetrate into the bones unconsciously.
Fu Yue sneezed.
Silaire had already stood up. He picked up the coat beside him and wanted to put it on Fu Yue, but he was dodged by the other party.
The robot's movements froze in place.
"..."
Silaire's eyes visibly paused.
He scanned it.
Now the master is not happy.
But why
"Master, it's cold, put on your clothes, or you'll catch a cold."
The robot is well-behaved and considerate.
People can't fault it.
Fu Yue glanced at him, but she didn't know what anger was in her heart.
"No, I'm not cold."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and brushed her long black hair behind her shoulders, revealing a fair face. The young girl's face was probably inherited from her mother, and she was a typical oriental beauty.
Black hair and black eyes, red lips and white teeth.
Except for her tall nose and slightly deep eyebrows, she inherited her titular Duke father.
Silaire's eyes fell on her face.
Robot vision is excellent.
He clearly saw a small cut on the young girl's small and smooth red lips.
Obviously, it was bitten by someone.
Silaire was obviously stunned for a long time.
For a while, Fu Yue thought that his computer had crashed again.