System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Sandy just wanted to open her mouth to tell Searle about the situation just now, but was interrupted by Searle just when she was about to speak.

"Sister Sandy, did you go to eat just now?" Searle put the teacup on the small round table in front of him, looked at Sandy with a smile on his face, "There are cakes on the round table, I asked Annette to take an extra Do you want it?"

"Uh..." After a long time, Sandy closed her mouth that was about to speak.

Although she didn't know exactly what was going on now, she still decided to wait until Syl asked, before she spoke.

Looking at the cake on the table, the pure white cream is dotted with some attractive fruits, which looks very delicate.

But Sandy has never been exposed to these things.

"No." Sandy shook her head, signaling that she didn't want it.

But Searle seems to be in a good mood. She seems to be a little obsessed with selling desserts and pastries to others.

"Try it~" Searle skillfully forked a piece of cake, stretched out his hand and raised it to Sandy's mouth, "It's delicious~"

Sandy didn't know why, facing Syl's behavior, she opened her mouth subconsciously—although she had never eaten any food before, because she didn't have such a thing as taste.

However, when she felt the cotton-white cake stuffed into her mouth, she really tasted a little sweet and greasy.

This wonderful feeling made Sandy's mouth forget to chew. She opened her mouth slightly and stared at Searle with wide eyes.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing Sandy like this, Syl seemed very satisfied. She picked up the plate and stuffed it directly into Sandy's hand, "Eat more, I'm going to take a shower~"

After Syl finished speaking, he hummed an unknown song, picked up his pajamas and walked towards the bathroom.

Sandy was outside, standing in front of the fireplace, holding the plate of cake in a daze.

Her super hearing allowed her to clearly hear the rustling sound of undressing in the bathroom and the sound of splashing water through the door.

"Does the cake taste sweet..." Sandy thought in her heart, "Then what's the mood now?"

While struggling, Sandy ate the cake slowly. After Searle came out of the shower, Sandy had already put the clean plate on the round table and stood aside waiting.

Searle walked out of the bathroom, and walked out while wiping her hair with a towel.

"Is Sister Sandy staying in my room tonight?" Syl looked at Sandy who was still standing there, and asked curiously.

"Yes." Sandy nodded, and after thinking for a while, added, "This is His Majesty's request."

What Sharon asked was to stay close, so of course, she should stay in the room—that's what Sandy thought.

"Oh..." Syl shrugged and sighed, "I'm not a kid anymore..."

Sandy really wanted to say something to match His Highness's acting, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only stand there and watch His Highness perform at a loss.

"By the way, you should go take a shower too," Syl looked at Sandy's clothes and said, "You need to change your clothes too, you're still sitting on the dirty wooden floor today."

What Seale was talking about must have been about Sandy falling to the ground after being threatened by the clown.

After speaking, Searle began to rummage in his closet.

There are many kinds of hope robes in Searle's closet. She took out one of them, ran to Sandy and stuffed it into her arms.

"Go ahead, take a shower first." Syl pushed Sandy towards the bathroom as she spoke.

Sandy, on the other hand, was pushed into the bathroom expressionlessly.

After Sandy entered the bathroom, Syl seemed to have completed some mission, humming a song and sitting by the window, blowing the wind while closing her eyes and thinking about something.

Only then did the sense of voyeurism disappear.

"Huh..." Searle breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

From the moment he first entered the room, Searle immediately felt a feeling of being watched, and his spirituality gave Searle a slight alarm.

This feeling didn't exist before, it was only after Ashara left that this feeling of prying eyes appeared in the room tonight.

This made Searle extremely nervous, for fear that Sandy would make some mistakes in cooperating with him, and now even his own room is not a place of absolute privacy.

When he was in the room, Syl had to act as if Sharon was by his side, otherwise he might say something wrong or do something wrong.

This is a feeling of freedom being bound, unable to move according to one's heart, the holy seal on the hand is like a shackle, making Syl unable to even leave Suramar.

After a while, there was the sound of the door lock twisting in the bathroom, and Sandy's figure appeared at the door of the bathroom.

I saw Sandy's sky-blue long hair hanging wetly on her face, and there were some soap scum on her head.

As for the clothes, let alone, the clothes all over the body were wet.The new set of clothes that Syl gave her just now was put directly on top of the wet clothes.

The water on the clothes was constantly dripping down, even soaking the clean robes outside.

Looking at Syl's gaze, Sandy nodded seriously:

"finished Wash."

"Wash..." Syl took a deep breath.

She had forgotten that Sandy, who is a puppet, has no life experience at all, and has never eaten, let alone bathing or other things.

I guess she doesn't even know the order of bathing... In this regard, Sandy is on the same level as a little baby who can't take care of herself.

"You're not finished washing like this at all..." Now that there was no prying eyes, Syl relaxed a little bit, and she said helplessly, "Let me wash it for you, just once, and I will wash it for you later. You washed it yourself."

Saying that, Searle walked up to Sandy, took Sandy's hand, led her into the bathroom, and closed the door of the bathroom.

He took a small wooden stool and put it aside. Syl pointed to the wooden stool and said, "Take off all your clothes and sit here."

"Ah."

Sandy didn't think there was anything wrong, and did as Searle said, as well-behaved as a delicate doll.

Looking at Sandy who was obediently sitting on the wooden bench, Searle sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, it's a golem that was made.

At first glance, the skin is almost as good as mine, and every structure of the body has been carefully sculpted.

Except for some sex-establishing organs that should have been missing, everything else is perfect.

But as a fighting puppet, those things are really not needed.

Sandy sat on a small wooden stool, put her hands obediently on her knees, lowered her head and waited for Searle's movements.

Searle didn't waste any more time, just like bathing a baby, she washed Sandy from start to finish.

During the first wash, Seale also asked Sandy to take a few steps on how to take a bath by herself, so as to avoid this situation from happening again next time.

This moment really felt like the illusion of giving a baby a bath.

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PS: Woohoo, I still don’t have time to pay back today, because...

Holidays are so much fun!

I'm guilty woo woo woo...

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[Hong Kong's sky-high price license plate "W" auctioned 2600 million, 40 days have passed, why has the "W" license plate not yet appeared? 】

【——Because W was taken away by Pan Zi】

23333 this made me laugh all day

Chapter 152 Chapter 140 Eight Missing Memory and Jane

It can be said that as expected of being a puppet, Sandy easily did what Syl wanted to do but dared not do.

Syl's exploration of his own mysterious and unknown domain is limited to touching such a level, and it will end soon because of shyness.

It wasn't until the fierce battle between Lover and Tess in the villa that day that Syl understood more things.

But now, with regards to sexual knowledge... no, Sandy, who has absolutely no understanding of human organs, can easily test her shameful parts at will.

This is a very serious problem, and I need to find a time to give Sandy a good knowledge of this area.

Now Searle waited for Sandy to take off her clothes before picking up a clean towel and walking up to Sandy.

"Take it." Searle put the wet towel in Sandy's hand, then held the back of Sandy's hand with his own hand, and began to wipe Sandy's body.

"This is called bathing, and it is used to remove dust and dirt from the body. Generally speaking, bathing is done every day..." Syl continued to move his hands while explaining to Sandy Cop .

"Oh..." Sandy nodded thoughtfully.

"Does every part of the body have to be cleaned?" Sandy raised her head, looked at Syl who was kneeling in front of her, and asked curiously.

"Yes." Syl nodded, "I have to wash it quickly, this is a good boy that is fragrant and soft." Syl nodded decisively.

This kind of dialogue inexplicably gave Searle an illusion, as if he was teaching kindergarten children.

"Oh." Sandy nodded, then put the towel on her lap, and stretched out her left hand to pull her right arm.

But she tried hard, but couldn't pull it out. She looked at her right hand in shock, and tried again, but her right hand still didn't move.

Seeing Sandy's strange movements, Searle asked curiously:

"what are you doing?"

"I..." Sandy raised her hand in front of her, observed carefully, she whispered, "I want to take it apart to wash, but it won't work?"

"Take it off and wash it?" Syl's mouth twitched. She looked at Sandy's white arm and couldn't imagine the scene where she took it off to wash it. Syl asked curiously, "You Was the arm detachable before?"

"Yes. The whole body can be dismantled." Sandy nodded, and then began to try to touch the mechanism to dismantle other parts of her body, but all ended in failure.

"Let me see."

Syl stopped Sandy's movement, she reached out and held Sandy's right wrist, pulled her wrist in front of her, and examined it carefully.

The white and clean arm was slightly blood-colored, and there were blood vessels looming on it.

This looks like some kind of anthropomorphic disguise of a puppet, but when Syl squeezed Sandy's arm, he really felt the touch of flesh and blood.

It's even a little warm, very close to human body temperature.