Chapter 5

As soon as I left the restaurant, I was hit by a cold wind and shivered.

He unbuttoned his coat and wrapped me in his embrace. The warm scent of sandalwood instantly filled my nostrils.

I struggled to lift my head, but was pressed against his chest: "Mistress's heart is beating so fast."

"Mistress kept staring at his neck earlier." His canine teeth grazed my earlobe almost imperceptibly. "The puppy can be bitten too."

I shook him off and put on a cold face: "Why did you come out without permission?"

The little cyborg froze in place, lowering his head and refusing to speak.

I had no patience and directly opened the car door to leave.

In the rearview mirror, I could still see him standing there watching me leave.

His coat billowed in the wind, really looking like an abandoned large dog.

In just two short days, I had already gotten used to the little cyborg's company.

That's very bad.

At night, I couldn't sleep and remembered he hadn't come home yet.

Just as I opened the door, I saw the little cyborg curled up by the doorway with his head hanging low.

"Can Mistress not abandon me..."

His shirt was covered in dirt, and when he looked up, there were a few scattered rose petals in his hair.

"I only have Mistress."

"Get in." I tossed the door access card. His eyes suddenly lit up as he stumbled to his feet.

Damn, I'm actually going soft on a cyborg.

It must be because his face is too unfair...

"Weren't you quite capable of stalking me? Why act pitiful now?"

Although I felt a bit sorry for the little cyborg, my words still came out harsh.

The little cyborg grabbed my wrist and pressed it to his chest.

An incredibly strong vibration transmitted from his chest cavity.

I have to say, the craftsmanship of their company's cyborgs is excellent, even recreating the heartbeat so realistically.

"It hurts here, Mistress." The little cyborg drooped his eyelids pitifully, looking like he was about to cry.

Tears rolled down his lashes.

"Can Mistress not hate the puppy?"

My fingertips sank into his damp clothes, the pulsing under my palm growing faster.

"The puppy knows he was wrong. The puppy will never do anything to make Mistress unhappy again..."

His pleading eyes were filled with my reflection.

He buried his face in my lap, but sneakily nuzzled into my chest.

"Mistress, touch it. The puppy's heart hurts so much."

He guided my hand inside his shirt.

As my palm touched his warm skin, I suddenly withdrew my hand.

He chuckled as if he had succeeded.

Fine.

After all, he's just a cyborg programmed to love me.

The meaning of his existence is to love me.

What bad intentions could he have?

I finally gave in.

"Sister."

He nuzzled my nose and murmured, his wet eyelashes brushing across my face.

This form of address made me shiver all over like an electric current.

"The places that fake touched..." His fingers slid down from my collarbone, "Do they need to be disinfected?"