Chapter 908 God Descends (19)

It was obvious that the robot's expression was visibly startled.

It was rare for Silaire to show such a human expression.

"Deadlock?"

As an intelligent robot from the future interstellar era, Silaire naturally knows what this means.

The girl nodded.

There was obvious complaint in her soft tone.

"I called you last night, but you ignored me. Silaire, you said before that you didn't need to sleep, but you fell into a deep sleep last night. Isn't this a panic?"

The beautiful robot was silent.

This was obviously beyond Siler's expectation.

Ashamed to say, he didn't know what happened last night or what the situation was.

a long time.

Silaire spoke slowly, his tone still elegant and polite, "I'm sorry, Master, this was Silaire's negligence, which shocked you. But... I don't know what the situation is... Please punish me, Master."

Said.

The handsome and elegant blond gentleman half knelt down and lowered his head to his master.

Fu Yue was stunned.

She didn't expect that Siler would come out like this.

Punishment or anything like that is not necessary.

There was silence for a while.

The girl waved her hand and said weakly: "Forget it, it's nothing."

Why should she be angry at a robot?

Seeing that Xi Laer was still half-kneeling on the spot, like a beautiful sculpture, Fu Yue felt helpless: "You stand up, don't keep kneeling... There is no need to do this in front of me."

Silaire put his hands on his shoulders and made a gentleman's salute to express his submission.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

It's late autumn now, and it's raining lightly outside. The raindrops slap on the eaves of the attic, slowly dripping down 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 and was only wearing a black nightgown made of silk material. The edge of the upper skirt was embroidered with complicated patterns, which was low-key yet exquisite.

The nightgown is very thin.

Even though the fireplace was lit in the room, it was still a little cold. The coldness of late autumn is the kind that can penetrate into the bones unconsciously.

Fu Yue sneezed.

Xi Laer had already stood up. He picked up the coat on the side and wanted to put it on Fu Yue, but unexpectedly he was dodged by the other party.

The robot's movements froze in place.

"..."

Silaire's eyes visibly paused.

He could scan it.

Now the owner is not happy.

But why?

"Master, the weather is cold, please put on your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold."

The robot is sweet and considerate.

It's hard to find fault with.

Fu Yue glanced at him, not knowing what kind of anger she had in her heart.

"No, I'm not cold."

As she spoke, she reached out and pushed her long black hair behind her shoulders, revealing a fair face. The girl's face was generally inherited from her mother's, and she was a typical oriental beauty.

Black hair, black eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Except for her high nose bridge and slightly deep eyebrows, she inherited them from her nominally duke father.

Silaire's eyes fell on her face.

The robot's eyesight is excellent.

He clearly saw a small cut on the girl's small, shiny red lips.

It was obvious that he had been bitten.

Silaire was obviously stunned for a long time.

Fu Yue once thought that he was dead again.