Until the young lady reached out and waved in front of Cyril.
The robot's brain, which had almost stopped working, restarted. Its blue eyes flickered. He was very tall, a full head taller than the thin and slender girl in front of him, and he looked down at her from above.
Master, this is ...?
As it spoke, the robot took off its white gloves, revealing its beautiful fingers and gently touching the girl's Red lips.
Whose ... Bite marks?
The robot's brain was working at full speed, searching through its memories for a male that the girl could have given birth to. After eliminating them one by one, there was still no one that matched the conditions.
Cyril knew the girl's life like the back of his hand.
Except for yesterday, who had fallen into a deep sleep.
Fu Shang also touched the wound on the corner of her lips. She pressed it with her hand and frowned when she felt the pain.
