Chapter 2

The cyborg arrived faster than I had imagined.

In just a week, it was standing in my living room.

I looked him up and down, legs crossed.

This face was like it had been peeled right off Lucas's.

But something felt off, I couldn't put my finger on it.

I could clearly feel he was different from Lucas...

"Mistress." When he lifted his head, the third button of his white shirt popped open.

Well, maybe I just liked Lucas's face, not him as a person.

This cyborg was much more pleasing to the eye than Lucas himself.

"Come here," I crooked my finger at him.

He obediently crawled to my feet on his knees, his tight uniform accentuating his well-built physique.

"Do you know who you are?" I lifted his chin with the tip of my shoe. "Say something nice."

"Woof." He suddenly nuzzled my ankle, offering his neck to my palm, his warm breath tickling my wrist. "I'm Mistress's puppy."

This kind of address was a bit embarrassing...

I suddenly gripped his earlobe hard.

The man before me trembled, his eyelashes quivering.

I walked towards the bathroom, my silk robe trailing behind me.

"Change the bed sheets to the ice silk set."

Even with the shower at full blast, it couldn't wash away the heat in my chest.

Through the frosted glass, I could see his silhouette stretching taut as he made the bed.

"Does Mistress prefer to sleep on her side or back?" he asked through the door crack, his voice as sticky as melted chocolate.

I yanked open the bathroom door, water droplets splashing on his face: "You talk too much. Want to come in and scrub my back?"

He took half a step back and turned away.

The way his ear tips flushed red was fresher than Lucas.

How strange, can a cyborg feel shy?

I chuckled and slammed the bathroom door shut. "Go charge yourself."

In the steamy bathroom, I could hear his muffled voice from outside: "Mistress, puppies don't need to charge. They just need to eat."

Well, quite advanced then.

After showering, it was naturally time for bed.

"You can leave now."

I kicked the back of his knee while drying my hair.

He unexpectedly hugged my leg and nuzzled it.

"Mistress, can the puppy sleep on the carpet in Mistress's room?"

The residual water on my leg was evaporated by his body heat.

I gripped the back of his neck: "Lucas himself doesn't have such thick skin."

When he looked up, his collarbone knocked against my knee, and he suddenly let out a muffled groan.

I stared blankly at the reddening skin—this cyborg was made quite realistically, it could even bruise.