It's an indescribable story. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info in general, a story that has to be told between a life idiot and an almighty housekeeper.

The dizzy light of the setting sun under the temptation of the clouds made the sky dizzy, and the dense and heavy body pressed down, and so - depressed.

She is still wearing that gray shirt and jeans, but the canvas shoes on her feet are beautiful. Ordinary shoes may be luxurious, maybe beautiful, maybe rustic. Shoes are shoes. It should not be called "beautiful", but this is the exception.

The undertone is white, although the owner's jeans are mottled - irregular colors, and not one by one, but little by little and then spread. Say back to the shoes.

They have a very ordinary shape, with a round toe and a flat sole with laces.

But there are differences.

Piece by piece, flower by flower, clump by clump, broken flowers bloom all over the upper, from the beginning to the tail. The original is nothing, many brands have launched similar, even more cumbersome. But that's a copy, and every flower is the same.

But here, it's different. Each one is different. In this world, there are no exactly the same leaves, and naturally there are no exactly the same flowers.

Every flower has its own difference and its different fate.

Their living, delicate petals, even piggyback on calyxes. Curled up for the blooming, blooming for the prime, the prime-blooming for the result.

Looking at it, it also followed the undulating steps of the owner, and gradually bloomed all over the wilderness, once it stopped, it returned to its original state, but it was a new reincarnation.

It is one by one, exclusive to its own years.

The sound of metal colliding, a pair of hands that are a little pale and too thin almost holding the key, but not terrible, and beautiful. The nails were still pointed, trimmed just right to the fingertips, the original pink was pale, and the slender fingers were connected to the back of the hand where the blood vessels were visible, and the blood vessels were like hooks buried in the texture, and like anchors diving into the water.

The cuffs are tightly tucked, and it is absolutely impossible to guess what the arms underneath are.

The neckline is meticulously buttoned with the top button, wrapped around a long swan-like neck, but it does not feel abruptly conservative.

The jet-black hair looks like a shiny satin to the light, but when you look closely, it doesn't look like that. In fact, it is a little yellow and even bifurcated. The bangs on the forehead are really the same as the ponytail at the light. Flush with willow eyebrows. The eyes under the eyebrows are peach blossom eyes, the eyelashes are like small fans, but they can't see their true colors clearly, only dark, and the beautiful nose bridge is framed with black-framed glasses.

She melted into the gold of the room, a dreamy gold. It was the slanting sun that soaked in through the green clover screens, and the cactus balls that flowed over the windowsill spilled to the wooden floor. She changed out of her beautiful shoes and put on pure white plush slippers, slippers with no decoration.

Slowly, he walked over to the cupboard next to the cactus and opened, his fingertips drifting over two bottles of unopened honey, a bottle of salad dressing, and finally a pause in a pack of instant noodles. "Today is instant noodles, what is tomorrow?" Her lips closed and her voice was smooth and clear. Glancing at the refrigerator, is there any food there?

She straightened up to take a look.

"Ding Dong—" The doorbell rang to interrupt her steps, but she didn't hesitate and still walked towards the refrigerator, which was taller than her, her hand already on the door.

"Ding Dong-" The man at the door didn't seem to give up.

"Okay." She shifted her direction and turned to the door, her steps still slow. Then slowly open the door.

A shadow hung over her. She squinted, facing the Zegna sign. Then the nose comes the fresh mint smell – her favorite scent. She looked up and was slightly surprised by what she saw.

She has seen many, many faces, painted many, many more, even practiced in front of pictures of celebrities, and painted handsome nude models at school. It was piled up in her bedroom, in her study, in her bathroom.

So she thought that there were only three types of men, handsome-looking, ordinary-looking, and rough-looking. The handsome ones are divided into three categories, the heroic, the wicked, and the gentle.

But what catches her eye now is that she has a heartbeat rate that she has never had before.

Perhaps in addition to him before, the person in front of him can also be an exception.

"Hello, miss." He laughed in a louder arc. But it was only slightly raised by 15 degrees, and it did not touch the inky eyes—those pupils really sank people, and the brilliance of black gems flowed in them. The person who can see it is stupid, his eyes are still the same, but they already give people a smile.

"Who are you?" She squinted at him, a tension in her heart. This man is really the perfect material. Whether it's hairstyle, facial features, face shape, skeleton, shoulders, waist, leg shape. From her eyes, it turned out to be the perfect golden ratio. But if it was this, it should have been a surprise, but she saw that his right hand was on a dambino bag, but then she was pleasantly surprised, it was a pair of hands that she had never seen before, and even beautiful and flawless to her.

"Miss An Mi - I'm I86 - a simulated all-round robot." He leaned in and whispered in her ear, but there was no hint of flirtatiousness, and he resumed as soon as he finished speaking.

"Are you kidding, sir?" She was a little angry, but his proximity still made her think it was a teasing.

"Jing'er."

Her pupils widened, "Y-come in." The man's voice suddenly became calm and doting. It's not like the wind passing through the bamboo before, but like the tide of the memory rushing through the atrium again. "Why are you—"

He had already entered, and at this point he turned his head to look at her.

An Miao's thoughts, which had always been calm and almost stopped, immediately became chaotic, and even a touch of crimson appeared on her pale face. It was a smile she had never seen before. Only let her thought, who was poor in vocabulary: a gentleman is like a jade, gentle and elegant.

"You can't be a robot—" she replied subconsciously, never, no robot could have such grace.

"Besides, country A prohibits the development of humanoid robots!" She thought of the basic law of country A, which prohibits the development of humanoid robots and human cloning by any individual or unit, and violators will be punished for treason.

"So it's done in secret." He stood there, maintaining that posture and that smile.

"Impossible! I don't remember any robots I've ever had! And, and how could I possibly have the money to be developed by scientists now—" she lowered her eyes in desolation.

"It's your brother, Young Master An Ran's order." The I86 still doesn't change its look.

"Nope! No! Her obsession turned to disbelief and she reached out the door, "Impossible!" He won't! He has no reason! ”

I86 slowly raised his left hand, and on the slender, almost artwork finger, there was a silver tail ring engraved with the words "Dead as autumn leaves".

An tranquil eyes returned to calmness - lonely silence, and the silver tail ring on his left hand was unconsciously stroked with his right hand, engraved with "Life is like a summer flower". "What is your purpose - I86? They make you purpose. ”

"Protect the Tranquility and obey all the commands of the Tranquility - whatever the cost." He smiled.

"Whatever? Hehe, the word - still don't use it. She sneered, and walked slowly to the cupboard, "In addition to I86, you also have a nice, popular name, right?" ”

"Nope." He regained his smile and rose 32 degrees.

"You-" She frowned and turned around, the instant noodles in her hand falling to the ground.

This time, the eyes were touched. Then the ink in his eyes came alive. It is bright together with the silver-gray trench coat propped up by the artist's favorite thin and tall figure.

"A gentleman is like a jade, gentle and elegant...... she walked towards him slowly, but in her eyes, it was already crazy joy, as if she had seen a proud work. Since then - gentle. ”

"As you wish, Miss."