Chapter 3

Early in the morning, I smelled the aroma of breakfast.

I got up and washed lazily, only to see Lucas gently holding my toothbrush by the bed.

Damn, I saw a ghost first thing in the morning.

Oh, no.

This should be the cyborg I bought.

I was a bit confused from sleep.

Hmm, the little cyborg is quite considerate.

He even knows how to make breakfast.

I was very satisfied and decided to give him a five-star review later.

As the little cyborg was putting dewy roses in a vase, the doorbell rang frantically.

Emma rushed in carrying bags of stuff.

"What the hell? Lucas, why are you here?"

She pointed at the little cyborg and laughed uncontrollably.

"And wearing a freaking pink apron? Have you gone crazy?"

I couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted her.

"This is the cyborg produced by your company."

"Oh..." She carefully examined him for a full circle, "Hey, but I remember last month when I went to the factory, those cyborgs still looked like silicon dolls..."

She reached out and plucked a hair from the little cyborg's head: "Damn, no way, is it this realistic? Such a big technological progress in just a short month?"

"Olivia, are you sure you didn't bring the real Lucas here to fool me?"

I've had enough.

If I could get the real Lucas, why would I order a cyborg?

"Mistress, she doesn't seem to like your puppy." The little cyborg crouched at my feet, covering his plucked hair with a hurt expression.

Emma spat out a mouthful of tea: "Damn, Olivia, I really underestimated you. You're into such kinky stuff in private?"

"I haven't even asked you yet, is this cyborg from your company proper?"

I laughed angrily: "I haven't input any commands yet, he came with these factory settings."

Emma awkwardly rubbed her nose: "No way, my brother can't be this perverted..."

"Oh well, forget it. Look what good stuff I brought you!"

She excitedly opened up the pile of things she brought.

I only took one glance and felt my face burning.

I immediately averted my gaze.

"What... what kind of stuff did you bring!"

"Hehe, I was worried they wouldn't be useful." She smirked, "But since this cyborg is made so realistically, the things I brought will definitely ensure your happy life together!"

I stuffed everything back into her arms.

"Go, go, go, take these things and leave quickly. I don't need that function!"

"Tch." She walked out while looking back and shouting, "I'm not laughing at you, what's there to be embarrassed about!"

The little cyborg's wet eyes stared at me: "Mistress, the puppy can..."

"Shut up, you can't!"

This face is really unfair...

He tilted his face slightly upwards: "Does Mistress really not need it?"

I fled back to the bedroom, leaving the little cyborg outside the door, using my cold hands to cool down my burning cheeks.

I could faintly hear the little cyborg laughing downstairs.

God, don't be fooled by this cyborg!