Chapter Index

    After lunch, Zhou Zhou lounged back on the sofa, legs crossed, scrolling through Weibo.

    [Chen Qihang: The thing you wanted will probably be finished in three days. I’ll let you see the model first, and you can tell me if you need any changes.]

    Zhou Zhou stealthily glanced at Pei Yanlie, who was in a video conference, but was unfortunately caught by his sharp eyes. Zhou Zhou raised an eyebrow at him.

    [What are you peeking at me for?]

    Pei Yanlie’s pupils darkened as he stared straight at him.

    [Don’t forget you’re in a video conference. Watch your image. Who are you trying to seduce with that unsatisfied look?]

    Zhou Zhou provoked fearlessly, his upturned eyes like hooks, causing the other man’s breathing to become heavier.

    Seeing Pei Yanlie clench his fist, Zhou Zhou immediately shut his mouth and returned his gaze to Weibo.

    Chen Qihang sent several high-definition model images. Zhou Zhou swallowed and clicked on the images to examine them carefully.

    The naked male figure had a nose and eyes, and the muscle lines were perfectly alluring. Even his expression was exactly like someone else’s.

    Creating a miniature robot in Pei Yanlie’s image was a recent idea that had popped into Zhou Zhou’s head.

    He couldn’t be attached to Pei Yanlie all the time; there would always be times when he was alone. So, with a twist of his mind, he came up with this terrible idea.

    The robot’s body was completely nude. He could dress it in all sorts of clothes, whether it was a perverted skirt, fishnet stockings, or a bunny girl outfit.

    “Pfft hahaha…”

    Just imagining the robot, with Pei Yanlie’s face, wearing a gaudy skirt and paired with super sexy fishnet stockings, he couldn’t help but convulse with laughter.

    Pei Yanlie’s face changed drastically, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. How long had it been since Zhou Zhou had laughed so unrestrainedly?

    Who was it? Who exactly made him so happy?

    Pei Yanlie was no longer in the mood for the meeting, his face cold and sullen, as if someone owed him billions.

    Zhou Zhou’s attention was entirely on the robot model images, and he didn’t notice Pei Yanlie’s change at all.

    He kept his lips pursed, muttering, “From now on, all the perverted clothes Pei Yanlie makes me wear, you’ll take them all!”

    [Chen Qihang: The functions are complete. The screaming sound is also very realistic. Want to hear it? I’ll record a video for you.]

    Zhou Zhou: …

    [Holy shit! It can do that too?!]

    With a “bang,” Pei Yanlie’s fist slammed down on the desk. He turned off the video, stood up, and his face was covered in dark clouds.

    “What are you doing?”

    Zhou Zhou scrambled up, quickly clearing his chat history. He couldn’t let Pei Yanlie find out, or he would definitely be killed.

    Pei Yanlie’s chest heaved violently, as if suppressing something. His voice, dark and heavy, carried the force of an approaching storm, “Who are you chatting with?”

    He enunciated each word with extreme emphasis, giving Zhou Zhou the feeling that his life was about to end.

    “Nothing, just reading the news,” Zhou Zhou said, a chill running down his back, even his hair standing on end.

    “Open it up. Let me see what news it is that made you laugh like that.” Pei Yanlie pursed his lips and walked towards him step by step, the sound of his military boots on the ground unusually heavy.

    Zhou Zhou swallowed several times, his hands unconsciously gripping the leather sofa. “Pei Yanlie, isn’t this a bit much? Do you have to control what news I read?”

    Pei Yanlie walked in front of him, looking down at him. “As long as it involves you, I have to control it.”

    Zhou Zhou couldn’t withstand the aura emanating from him, and he bit his lip fiercely. “I don’t want to argue with you. I’m going back to my room.”

    As soon as his feet touched the ground, a broad, powerful hand gripped his ankle. Zhou Zhou’s face changed. “Don’t take advantage of your height to bully people!”

    Pei Yanlie stared at him with a deep gaze. “Zhou Zhou, when you lie, your eyelids twitch uncontrollably, and your hands unconsciously grip things. Do you think these little actions can fool me?”

    [Damn it, Detective Pei, I surrender!]

    He turned his head to the side, refusing to look at Pei Yanlie, his lips stubbornly pursed, even the corners of his eyes turning red.

    “Feeling wronged now?” Pei Yanlie reached out and stroked the corner of his eye, his chest feeling tight.

    Just thinking that someone had taken a place in Zhou Zhou’s heart, he was insanely jealous.

    The hand gripping Zhou Zhou’s ankle gradually tightened, the veins on the back of his hand bulging with Pei Yanlie’s changing emotions.

    “Ow… hiss, it hurts, let go of me.” A muffled voice revealed a hint of grievance. He turned his head back, his eyes red, looking very pitiful.

    Pei Yanlie relaxed his grip, suppressing his voice as he threatened, “Do you still want to go to training this afternoon?”

    Zhou Zhou cursed inwardly but nodded obediently on the surface.

    “Confess everything.” Pei Yanlie reached out and pinched his face, the curve of his tight jawline cold.

    “I can tell you, but you can’t ruin my plan!” Zhou Zhou struggled slightly.

    Pei Yanlie remained noncommittal, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

    At this moment, Zhou Zhou’s optical brain chimed with a notification.

    Pei Yanlie opened the optical brain before him, and when he saw the video sent by Chen Qihang, he silently clicked on it.

    Heavy, rapid breathing sounds instantly reached his ears.

    “Zhou Zhou… I love you…”

    “Baby… huff… so good…”

    Zhou Zhou: …

    Ahhhhh!!!

    His face flushed red, and hearing this sound that made his toes curl, he wanted to dive into the screen and cover the robot’s deeply affectionate mouth.

    Chen Qihang, you pervert, actually programmed such an inappropriate function!

    Zhou Zhou closed his eyes, not daring to open them, afraid of witnessing Pei Yanlie’s murderous gaze.

    “Isn’t having me enough?” Pei Yanlie lowered his head and bit his ear, causing a shiver to run through the person beneath him.

    “Not enough,” Zhou Zhou blurted out, quickly realizing what he’d said. He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, muffledly saying, “No, that’s not what I meant. I was afraid you’d Dislike me for Twist you twenty-four hours a day, so I was just settling for second best.”

    “Can such a small robot satisfy you?” Pei Yanlie’s calloused hand stroked his neck, finally slipping inside his collar.

    Zhou Zhou’s mouth opened slightly, his breathing gradually quickening. “What nonsense are you talking about, Pei Yanlie? You know I don’t mean that… holy crap!”

    A sudden pain in his chest caused him to sit up abruptly, only to be knocked back onto the sofa by Pei Yanlie’s chest.

    “Don’t let me see anything like that appear near you. Otherwise, I’ll smash them all.”

    “Zhou Zhou, I’m very petty. Whether it’s a person or a robot, I won’t allow them to steal your attention. I want you to keep looking at me, with only me in your eyes and heart.”

    The overbearing and persistent words struck Zhou Zhou’s heart one by one. Pei Yanlie’s love for him was always domineering and unreasonable, but he just couldn’t help but like him.

    “Is there no room for negotiation?” Zhou Zhou asked, still unwilling to give up.

    “Me or it, choose one.” Pei Yanlie’s eyes were dark, knowing Zhou Zhou’s answer but wanting to bully him and make him cry.

    Zhou Zhou angrily raised his head and bit down hard on his Adam’s apple. “I’ll bite you to death!”

    Pei Yanlie “Mm”ed, letting him vent his anger.

    “It’s just a robot, and you’re still jealous!”

    “Mm.”

    “Damn it! What a waste of my effort!” The tearful voice completely ignited certain perverted tendencies deep within Pei Yanlie.

    Pei Yanlie heavily blocked his lips until the other man was almost out of breath, then slowly retreated. He thought for two seconds and said seriously, “I want to make a robot exactly like you to carry around with me, to hug and kiss occasionally. Would you agree to that?”

    Zhou Zhou’s eyes widened, and he blurted out, “Don’t even think about it!”

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