Chapter 900： God descends (11)

"Master, you don't need to be shy. Robots are not divided into males and females, and Celere won't have any ideas you shouldn't have. You just need to treat me as a doll that can serve you.

The beautiful robot is gentle and religious.

Fu Yue slowly typed a question mark: "...?"

Sorry, she doesn't believe it.

Fu Yue remembered clearly, in the memory of the original body for so many years.

Ciller had never had any physical contact with her, let alone making such a gesture of directly grasping the girl's ankle.

Fu Yue squinted her eyes.

She wanted to see what the robot would do next.

The black-haired girl was silent for two seconds.

He smiled and nodded.

"Ciller said I was too sensitive just now. But—"

The man kneeling on the ground looked up at her.

Seems to be waiting for her to say the next words.

Fu Yue shook her white feet and tilted her head towards Ciller, seemingly annoyed: "Ciller took off my shoes, then how do I go to the bathroom?"

The man stood up.

He bent over and picked up the girl sitting on the chair, easily holding her shoulder with one hand and resting the other on her leg, still keeping a gentleman's distance.

"Ciller will send the master."

The body suddenly hangs in the air.

Fu Yue subconsciously grabbed the corner of Ciller's shirt.

"Master, don't worry, Ciller will not fall you."

The beautiful robot smiled at her.

Fu Yue: "..."

She always felt that there was something weird in the smile.

.... It may also be her illusion.

Cyrel sent the black-haired girl in her arms to the bathroom. There was a large bath in the bathroom, which was actually a hot spring pool, steaming in it, and mist filled the room.

He put down his hand.

Fu Yue took the opportunity to stand on the blanket spread in front of the bath.

Seeing that Ciller didn't mean to go.

Fu Yue: "......?"

Why is this person staying here?

Serve her to take a bath?

The black-haired girl pressed her fist against her lips and coughed slightly.

"Ciller, I'm going to take a shower, you—"

Fu Yue didn't finish her words, but she thought this robot should be able to understand.

Sure enough, Ciller moved.

Fu Yue smiled with satisfaction.

The robot has to be obedient...Wait, what are you doing?

The black-haired girl's face froze in the next moment.

The man lowered his head slightly, the light in the bathroom was not bright, and the light from the wall lamp hanging on the wall was the soft warm yellow.

Ciller's eyebrows were softened by the light, but they were more like oil paintings, gorgeous and beautiful.

Of course, ignore this person's actions.

Ciller's long fingers unbuttoned the collar of Fuyue's dress.

His fingers are very flexible.

Within a few seconds, the two buttons on the neckline were released.

Then, Ciller's fingers moved down to the girl's slender waist, to untie the tight belt on the skirt.

Fu Yue stopped Ciller's hand.

"you--"

"Cyler, what you are doing now is considered to be a surpassing?"

Unexpectedly, the other party just blinked his blue eyes with some doubts and thought for a moment.

This moment is a bit long.

When Fu Yue grew up, he thought he was dead.

Ciller slowly shook his head, "Master, Ciller just wants to provide you with the most meticulous service, you don't have to be shy."

Fu Yue silently covered her face.

This this……

Jun Heng is too dogged.

Such a plane actually came out.

Don't say it, you can kill it.