"Huh?"
You didn't mishear, you just couldn't react in time.
"Zhao'er, what did you just say?"
"Let's make love."
Zhao'er's voice was as bland as cool boiled water, but when you heard these words, they became scalding hot water!
You shakily reached out like a nonagenarian, grasping Zhao'er's jade-like tender white, silky smooth hand, a touch of displeasure on your face, "Zhao'er, tell me, who taught you to say that?"
Zhao'er tilted her head slightly, gazing steadily at you, and said, "Yun, you're angry."
"That's not the point." You shook your head abruptly, "The point is, who taught you to say those words just now."
Zhao'er thought for a moment and said, "It was Yu Meizi."
"Who?"
"Yu Meizi, robot girlfriend."
You were somewhat disordered, suddenly feeling like you couldn't keep up with Zhao'er's train of thought.
Of course, Zhao'er herself did not have what you'd call a train of thought; what she said was purely based on her immediate reaction.
