Chapter 901: God descends (12)

The brunette girl covered her face with one hand.
One finger pointed at the door.
"No, you can go out."
Cyler tilted his head slightly, his soft blond hair lined his extremely fair complexion, and there was a hint of cuteness, and doubts flashed in his cold glass blue eyes.
He obviously didn't understand why Fu Yue wanted him to leave.
"Master, why? Isn't it a good idea to let Siler serve you?"
Fu Yue: "..."
Are you embarrassed to ask why?
God TM wants you to serve and take a bath!
The black-haired girl had a calm and white face and smiled sullenly at Ciller, and said: "Just ask one more question, I won't want you! I don't need a disobedient doll."
The bottom of the robot's eyes crossed the deep blue.
Then he nodded slowly, he bent down, put one hand on his shoulder, and performed the manners of an elegant gentleman.
"Yes."
Cyrel exited the room.
Fu Yue breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned her clothes, tested the temperature of the water with her toes, and stepped in slowly.
...
The second floor of the villa, the promenade.
The murals in the villa and the valuable artworks on display all have a strong retro style. The huge murals hanging in the promenade are dull in color. Next to it is the handrail of the stairs, made of red agarwood.
There is also a branch-shaped wall lamp hanging on the wall, covered with a dark shell, and the frosted texture creates an atmosphere like dusk.
After the well-dressed man exited the house, he walked on the promenade, his footsteps being slow, regular and heavy.
Ciller stopped suddenly.
He turned his head and cast his gaze toward a room on the second floor, and the light cast a profile on his brave nose.
The beautiful robot laughed suddenly.
The master is still the master.
But there seems to be something different.
The current owner.... He likes it very much and wants to get close.
"and many more."
Ciller stopped suddenly, a little hesitation flashed across his white face, as if something had suddenly occurred to him.
He didn't seem to prepare pajamas and towels for his master.
The robot was silent for two seconds.
He sighed almost imperceptibly, and a few words came out from his thin lips.
"I'm careless."
Fu Yue, who took a shower on the other side, apparently also discovered this problem.
The black-haired girl was staring at her beautiful eyes, staying in the water.
"...Fuck."
It took a long time to swear.
There was a timely knock on the door outside, accompanied by the man's low magnetic voice.
"Master, I just forgot to prepare clothes for you. Can I come in now?"
It was quiet for a few seconds.
Only then sounded the girl's unwilling awkward voice.
"come in."
Cyrel pushed the door in, put the pajamas and towel there, and fell on the girl in the bath.
As a robot, he obviously doesn't have the word Don't Be Polite in his dictionary.
The white mist is everywhere in the room, but it is not real.
But the vision of the robot is excellent.
Ciller could see clearly.
The girl hid herself in the bath. She turned her back to Cyrel, with long black hair scattered on her back, dripping wet.
A shoulder was exposed under the thick black hair, white and thin.
The extreme contrast between black and white.
People can't move their eyes.
The beautiful robot has deep blue eyes. He stares at the girl's snow-white back, and exudes praise from his thin lips.
"The master is so beautiful."
Fu Yue hiding in the bath: "You are not allowed to look...put things down, you go out."
Beautiful you!