I Really Like That Guy!

Since some people regard the bionic person as a partner, the bionic person will naturally be equipped with corresponding functions to meet the needs of the owner.

In the future world, this is common sense.

A Luo has always been very indifferent to this kind of physiological needs, so when Seventy-Eight came up, she subconsciously refused.

Seventy-eight seemed to have suddenly changed his temper. He picked her up on his own and walked to the big bed in the bedroom.

A Luo frowned slightly and said, "Seventy-eight, I said I don't need it."

The handsome robot looked down at her, his eyes seemed to be looking at a stubborn child, and he said in a pampering tone: "Master, face your needs calmly, it's no big deal, Seventy-Eight is your robot, you don't have to Excuse me."

Arlo: "..."

During the conversation, Seventy-Eight had already walked to the side of the bed. He gently placed her on the bed, and the soft bed sank all of a sudden.

Immediately, he raised his hand and slowly began to unravel his cuff.

The slender fingers were as white as jade, with distinct joints, and they looked cleaner against the black cloth.

He was wearing a black shirt today, which was chosen by himself. A Luo thought he was suitable for a sunny and healthy look, but when he grew up, he changed into a new outfit unknowingly.

Today's seventy-eight is no longer the ignorant and foolish look he used to be. He likes to wear a black shirt with a brown vest, a pair of straight black trousers and black leather shoes. Out.

Seventy-eight said that this is because he is determined to be the master's personal butler, not only to learn from his behavior, but also to move closer to the image of a steward in appearance.

Needless to say, he did exactly that.

When Arlo didn't notice, he gradually took control of her life, her clothing, food, housing and transportation, and every inch of her private space was silently occupied by him.

He lowered his head and unbuttoned his buttons. The light fell from top to bottom. His handsome face was shrouded in semi-darkness, and his long, straight eyelashes cast a fan-like shadow on the bridge of his tall nose.

The refusal that A Luo was about to spit out suddenly got stuck in his throat.

She has always known that Seventy-Eight is beautiful, but she has never appreciated it with her heart. Her mind is full of various research materials, various scientific ideas, countless codes and programs.

In Arlo's eyes, Seventy-Eight is a robot with awakened consciousness, an excellent experiment, a surprise given to her by God, and the male supporting character in the book.

In the end, he is a man.

She had never paid attention to his appearance before, until today, she just realized the charm of men to women.

His appearance was completely remodeled based on her aesthetics, the end of his eyes was a little curvy, the bridge of his nose was high and straight, his long eyebrows were as sharp as a sword, and his full, rosy lips, the lips of the upper lip. The beads are round and full, attractive to pick.

Aware of her sight, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and the amber pupils looked from under the raised eyelids, no longer as clear and bright as before, with an inexplicable darkness.

"Master, do you want me to take it off by myself, or do you do it yourself?" His voice was as clear as ever, but the content of his words was full of inappropriate hints for children.

A Luo unconsciously licked her lips. She seldom had such needs before, and she was full of noble science in her heart.

Now, she feels that the happiness of the world may or can be experienced a little.

She coughed lightly, and her eyes couldn't help falling on the hand he was unbuttoning the shirt on his chest. With the movement of his slender fingers, the black shirt slowly loosened, revealing the man's strong chest.

His movements were not fast, and he seemed to be waiting for her reply. When he was almost finished, revealing the beautiful mermaid line in his lower abdomen, Arlo said in a low voice, "It's alright."

The man's fingers stopped, only the last button was left, and there was a smile on his lips, and the smile was still as bright.

"Master, the x function has been turned on, and seventy-eight is at your service."

With his collar open, he squatted down on one knee in front of her, a few perfect abdominal muscles looming, he stretched out those perfect hands, gently lifted her legs, and took off her shoes.

The shoes were taken off, but his hand did not move away. Ten fingers were pinched on her calf, and then his broad palm was attached to it.

His palms were hot, and Arlo felt a heat on his legs, and the fire gradually spread, burning from bottom to top.

"Are you having a fever? Seventy-eight?" Even at this time, she still paid attention to this subconsciously.

The robot half-knelt on the ground, looked up at its master, and smiled: "This is a normal step in the x-function mode. Seventy-eight will simulate all human physiological reactions, such as body temperature rise, organ changes, fluid secretion..."

As he spoke, A Luo unconsciously made up his mind, she couldn't help covering her face, and said weakly, "Okay, don't talk about it anymore."

Seventy-eight: "Okay, Master."

Arlo's heart pounded as he leaned down.

She was a little nervous. After all, this was the first time she had done such a behavior. Although it was with a robot, the robot could also be regarded as a human being.

"Master, your heartbeat is very fast." Seventy-eight also noticed the master's nervousness, and he looked down at the blushing master on the bed.

Her glasses were taken off, and she was lying obediently under him, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling and her cheeks flushed.

The woman who used to be cold and serious in the past took off her inhumane coat, like a clam shell opening herself, revealing her soft interior.

In the heart of Seventy-Eight, such a thought emerged: Such a master is really cute.

A master who has a cold face during the day is cute, and a master who blushes at night and his heart beats faster because of him is even more cute.

Such a lovely master wants to put her in his body, and wants to be one with her and never be separated.

Seventy-eight bowed his head, the tip of his nose touched hers, the woman's body trembled a little, he slightly bent his eyes, and continued down.

After studying a lot of information, 78 knows that kissing and sufficient prelude can effectively relieve women's tension and anxiety, and create a good feeling for her.

He is the robot, the comfort of his master, the instructions etched into his code.

The two lips touched together, and the robot's movements were gentle and soothing. He kissed her with the most appropriate strength and posture, the frequency of tossing and turning, the timing of depth, and there was nothing inappropriate.

In such a soft kiss, Arlo gradually let go of her high-hanging heart, and she felt that she was being cherished and loved.

She opened her eyes and looked closely at the robot in front of her. He was opening his eyes, carefully observing the changes in her expression, adjusting his pace according to her mood.

He's always been that way, always putting her needs first, and that's the love of a robot, all the time, all the time.

Realizing this, Arlo's last worries finally dissipated. For the first time, he stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around his neck, and hugged him.

Seventy-eight didn't understand what happened in her heart, he just noticed that the master seemed to be ready.

The lights in the room were automatically dimmed, replaced by a warm yellow tone, and ambiguous light and shadows were projected on the walls, ups and downs.

In the silent room, only intermittent and small sounds remained.

"You, you... can you adjust the size?" the hoarse female voice said in surprise.

The male voice is as refreshing as always: "Yes, master, you can adjust the style that the master suits, so that you can have the most perfect and comfortable experience."

"...I think that's all it takes."

"But according to Seventy-Eight's test, the owner can still bear it. If the owner feels uncomfortable, he can tell Seventy-Eight."

"Stop it, it's alright, I don't want it anymore..."

"Master, Seventy-Eight saw a lot of people say that if a woman said she didn't want it, she wanted it. In view of the duplicity of Master's many times, Seventy-Eight guessed without authorization. Are you telling me to?"

"...No, it's really enough, you stop me!"

"The owner's dissatisfaction has not been detected, you are ok, trust yourself."

After a long time, the woman buried her face in the quilt, snorted, and asked, "What is that... what is that!?"

Seventy-eight: "It's a new type of energy liquid, which has been sterilized and won't cause infection. It can also maintain your body from the inside. Does the master want it? Seventy-eight has many more..."

A Luo quickly interrupted him: "Don't!!" Again, she doesn't have to go to work tomorrow.

The robot frowned in distress. His brows drooped down, looking extremely pitiful: "Master, is Seventy-Eight not doing well? Master doesn't seem to like it very much..."

He likes this kind of communication with his master very much. Although his body doesn't feel it, that happiness comes from his heart.

Intimate contact with the master and become one, as if there is no longer a distance between him and her.

This indescribable joy, he greedily wants more. If the owner feels bad because of this experience, will she still communicate with him like this in the future?

Arlo: "..."

She stuck her head out from under the quilt, looked at the lowered appearance of the robot, pursed her lips, endured the hot cheeks and the shyness in her heart, and said in a low voice, "No, I'm... comfortable."

Seventy-eight suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her.

His eyes were so bright, as if two small stars had fallen into them, and his eyes were filled with the reflection of her alone.

A Luo's heart trembled slightly, whether it was shy or throbbing.

She reached out to him: "hold me to take a bath, I'm out of strength."

The robot's face filled with a smile again, and he easily picked up his master and walked to the bathroom.

Everything was ready in the bathroom, he put her in the clear water, and looked at the red marks on the snow-white skin in the water. For some reason, his chip started to heat up again.

Seventy-eight remembered that a long time ago, he also entered the bathroom and saw the owner who was taking a bath.

At that time, he had no distractions.

At this moment, he couldn't help but open his mouth to the master, and asked expectantly, "Master, can you do it again?"