Fu Shang looked at silaire thoughtfully before he curled his red lips.
"There's something wrong with you today, Cyril."
The man was slightly stunned as he did not expect Fu Shang to say something like that.
Cylaire stared into Fu Shang's eyes. He was a robot, so he could tell whether someone was feeling good or bad from their eyes.
Fu min was not in a bad mood.
A complicated process flashed in the depths of Cyril's Blue eyes.
The test was completed.
The master's mood did not fluctuate much.
"Cyril doesn't understand."
He said softly. He looked really obedient, especially when his eyes were fixed on her. There seemed to be stars in his eyes.
Fu Shang grabbed cylaire's hand.
The joints of this pair of hands were slender, and the lines were beautiful. They were as clean as beautiful Jade.
this is the first time that Cyril isn't wearing gloves in front of me.
