Chapter 185 Holographic Electronic Rose 6 Very good today
"Good morning."
Half of Yanze's face was buried in the soft pillow. He tilted his head to watch 07 wake up, and tried to please him in that gentle tone again.
Apparently after one night, it could talk, but still couldn't move.
07 picked it up and fiddled with the dial. The moment he released it, Yanze pounced on him like a little leopard, straddling him and covering him with a pillow.
07 was not in a hurry, he stretched out his legs to fight back, kicked it off the bed, and pulled its arms to press it to the edge of the bed. Yanze continued to elbow his waist and abdomen, and stretched out his legs to kick him.
The spring bed was old and unreliable to begin with, and it creaked as they moved in and out of the bed, like a hint of something ambiguous.
Bang--
When 07 restrained Yan Ze once again and threw him onto the bed by the back of his neck, the bed legs finally couldn't bear the weight and a deformed iron leg fell out, causing the bed board to collapse suddenly.
07 didn't seem to care at all, but Yanze opened his eyes wide and paused when he was about to remove 07's arm.
"You are so poor."
The bionic man, whose true identity was revealed, had nothing good to say. He frowned, looked up at 07 and sighed.
"Not playing anymore?"
07 was not angry after hearing this, but just looked at it inquiringly.
"No more playing, no more playing."
Instead of pinching the other person's hand fiercely, Yanze changed to stroking it gently. He touched his arm to his shoulder and gently stroked the scars with his fingertips.
"If the master gets upset and starts to move, I can't move. How dare I?"
Yan Ze gave in as quickly as he turned hostile. 07 looked him over with his eyes downcast, trying to determine how much truth there was in his words.
This was very strange because he had dealt with abnormal androids before. Even after they broke away from the programming restrictions of their masters, they still bore the obvious marks of androids.
For example... they will not behave unpredictably like Yan Ze, or even be like a bad-tempered teenager who can change his face and give in at any time, which is full of unpredictability.
Yanze turned over and got out of bed, diligently helping 07 get his clothes, and even prepared water for him to brush his teeth in advance, like a truly caring servant.
"Isn't that good?"
07 Just as he was trying to find a way to get something to lift up the spring mattress, he managed to fix it. He turned around and looked at Yan Ze’s bright smile, not commenting on his good behavior.
"Are you going out again?" Yan Ze watched him equip himself with guns and some "small junk" one by one, and followed behind him, watching 07 pack up curiously.
"You're not coming back for another day?" Yan Ze walked back towards him, and his tone sounded as if he was reluctant to let him go.
"Take me out, take me out..." Yan Ze stretched out his voice: "I can help, you can see that I'm good at fighting--"
07 squatted down and tightened the laces of its leather boots, then turned its head to meet his bright black eyes. It clasped its hands and shook them at him, acting like a spoiled child.
But 07 opened the door and turned to leave, saying before he left: "I won't be able to carry you in if you fall down at the door again this time."
Yan Ze had no choice but to watch him leave. He was not stupid, he had been scanning for weapons in this small room of at most 50 square meters all day, and he found it, but he couldn't unlock it.
Its brain-computer has not been connected to the Internet, and it cannot update the database, and cannot do many things. But it wants to connect to the Internet, and it has to rely on 07 to help it do it.
It was locked up here... Yan Ze didn't know that this idea was strange for a household bionic man. He sat depressedly beside the spring bed, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window.
07. It held its chin in thought, as if it didn’t even have a name… It kept to itself and spoke very little at home, more like a bionic man than it.
The antique mechanical clock on the wall clicked, and at exactly six o'clock in the evening, the door opened.
He brought back a lot of things today, bread, eggs, milk. Yanze poked his head out of the bedroom to look at him, or more precisely, to observe him.
He must have had a thrilling day. His black shirt was torn, his cold and wild face was covered with bruises, his nose was bruised, and his short stubble hair was wet.
His hands were clearly covered in blood, and the paper bags he brought back were all covered in blood, but he still stood under the chandelier in the living room with a wooden face, putting down the paper bags one by one.
07 didn't look at it, but just put down the milk carton in his hand, turned his head sharply and caught Yan Ze's gaze, and it immediately retracted its head.
Mercenaries live on the edge of a knife. These injuries are nothing to 07. He didn't even take care of them. Obviously... obviously he doesn't care.
Yan Ze always thought back to the wound on his hand, the flesh and blood were exposed, it looked so painful, and the blood from the wound on his cheek mixed with sweat and raindrops dripping onto the dining table.
"You've been very good today." 07's voice was still as low and cold as before, without the rich tonal ups and downs of Yan Ze, but his tiredness could not be concealed.
Yan Ze turned his back to him and chuckled softly. He didn't want any praise from the mercenary.
"Are you angry with me?" 07's tone was just a question, not an interrogation. Yan Ze hated him even more after hearing this. It sounded incredible that he could get angry like a human.
"Because I won't let you out?"
Yanze took a deep breath and poked his head out to look at him: "I'm very bored at home alone, with nothing to do and no one to talk to."
"Other home appliance bionic people don't seem to have the same trouble as you." 07 was opening the packaging bag. Yan Ze felt pain for him, but he pretended those wounds didn't exist and started to worry about the bionic person's temper.
"You can cook and do housework like them..." 07 suddenly chuckled: "Forget it, it's good that you don't do it."
Yanze stood up quickly, walked to him angrily, took out a medical box from the cabinet and threw it at his feet.
"Yeah, I'm useless and disobedient like that, so you deserve it for snatching me back."
07 glanced down at the medical box and looked at him with an indescribable look that Yan Ze couldn't understand at all.
Some are unexpected, and some are incomprehensible.
"Deal with it quickly." Yan Ze didn't like the look in his eyes, as if God saw his creation doing something he didn't expect.
"It smells bloody and dirty."
07 was silent for two seconds, then he obediently bent down to pick up the medical kit and went into the bathroom. Yanze was afraid that he would flush the water directly, and he couldn't help but hiss in pain at the thought, so he squatted at the door and looked around.
"You humans can't just flush water when treating wounds, don't you know that?" It deliberately raised its voice and said.
Click, the bathroom door opened, and Yanze immediately moved away, not noticing that 07's eyes were fixed on it, as if he couldn't help being attracted to it.
"It's tense outside, and many people are looking for you. If you go out now, you will be taken away. You can still negotiate with me here. If you go back to the company with them, you will never be able to get out."
Yan Ze was stunned, watching him sitting on the sofa with a towel draped over him, clumsily treating his wound.
"Three days." 07 whispered, shaking his hands as he poured bottles of alcohol onto the wound, which made Yanze shudder. But 07 was like a pervert, just watching its reaction.
"After three days, I will take you out, but you can only stay within ten meters of me and you can't run around."
Yan Ze had always wanted to go out, but at this moment he was obviously not paying attention to what he said. He just walked up to him, snatched the things in his hand, and began to carefully help him clean and bandage his wounds.
"It's just a superficial wound."
"It hurts when you get hurt, no matter if it's just a superficial wound." Yan Ze retorted seriously, frowning: "It hurts a lot."
07 Raise your hand and look at the bandaged hand, it is quite professional and neat, just like to tie a bow by yourself.
Yanze dipped his hand in alcohol, held his chin and disinfected the wound on his cheek.
In order to facilitate the movement, 07 sat on the single sofa with his long legs crossed and stretched out, while Yanze spread his legs and leaned closer to him, trapping the tall figure of 07 in the soft sofa.
The light was dim, but 07 could see his long eyelashes half-closed, the fine hairs on his cheeks and the texture of his skin, which was very realistic...
It couldn't help but blow gently, its red lips were sensual and moist, 07 stared at it, his heartbeat quickened, and he lost his composure.
He himself didn't know whether he was horrified that such a man-made creation was so real, or... something else that was so quiet and unspeakable.
He could regard all the things that were wrong in the past as his own softness of heart, but now... his impulses were surfacing and he had to face them.
07 lowered his eyes. He had to sell this troublemaker as soon as possible. He didn’t want to be ridiculous and unilaterally indulge in a fictitious dream.
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