The worst thing about 575 was his dislike of having the lights on while watching television.
The first time Wen Bai encountered 575 watching TV without the lights on, he thought someone had snuck in.
The tall robot, who had been sitting on the sofa watching TV intently, noticed his master's movement.
575 turned his head, locking onto Wen Bai.
Then he immediately got up and went to the kitchen.
Wen Bai walked up to the television, which was taller than he was.
The sentimental, lingering music played in his ears, accompanied by indescribable licking and smacking sounds. It sounded wrong no matter how he listened.
Wen Bai turned his head back and saw the large faces of the male and female leads on the screen, kissing each other ecstatically.
They seemed to have been kissing for a while; the skin around the female lead's lips was already red.
Wen Bai made this judgment.
Wen Bai picked up a cushion and curled up on the sofa. With a blank expression, he changed the channel to a cooking show about roast lamb.
The program started from how to slaughter a sheep.
Before long, 575 returned with an apple, peeled and carved into the shape of an animal.
Wen Bai took the fruit plate and held it in his lap. He suddenly remembered something and glanced towards the dining room, saying, "Today, I want to drink fruit wine."
The tall, handsome robot replied softly, "Of course, Master."
After responding, he turned and went to the dining room to retrieve the fruit wine he had already placed there.
System 001 watched the scene on the television as a human slaughtered a sheep and began to comment, "Host, this person's knife skills are not good."
Wen Bai remained silent.
"Host, the sheep's cries are so tragic..."
Wen Bai remained silent.
"Host, do humans eat whole roast lambs? It looks quite good."
Silence spread.
"But Host, if you're eating roast lamb, why cut it up and plate it instead of just eating it straight from the spit? If it's cut up, how can it be called roast lamb..."
Wen Bai, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, "Go to sleep."
System 001, caught in the excitement, suddenly choked and said aggrievedly, "Okay, Host."
The noisy sound in his ears finally stopped, and even the usual static from System 001 disappeared.
The tall robot returned with a tray. On the tray was a mug that was usually used for Wen Bai's milk, and a small bottle of fruit wine.
He placed the tray on the table in front of him, poured the fruit wine into Wen Bai's mug, and then handed it to Wen Bai.
The mug was easier to hold, fitting well into the fruit plate on his master's lap, and unlike a stemmed glass, it was less likely to be knocked over.
Wen Bai ate his fruit while watching the roast lamb preparation process on television.
The tall robot also sat beside him, watching intently.
For him, it didn't matter what he watched; whatever his master liked, he could also like.
As soon as Wen Bai finished his fruit, 575 immediately wiped his master's fingers clean and carefully took away the fruit plate to tidy it up.
When he returned, he saw his master drinking his second glass of fruit wine with his head bowed.
575 sat back on the sofa, watching the television seriously, while also paying attention to his master's movements.
Before long, Wen Bai had finished the entire bottle of fruit wine.
Wen Bai nudged the tall robot's arm, and the tall robot cooperatively turned his head.
Wen Bai held the empty bottle of fruit wine upside down and looked at it, then said to the robot in front of him, "It's gone."
The tall and handsome robot's sapphire-blue eyes gazed at his master, and he echoed, "Yes, it's gone, Master."
Wen Bai shook the bottle again and said, "Gone."
The robot, his gaze gradually softening, again gave a confirming reply, "Yes, it has been finished, Master."
Then Wen Bai obediently placed the bottle on the table, a hint of reluctance in his expression.
The tall, handsome robot was exceptionally indulgent. He asked in a low voice, "Does Master want to drink more?"
If his master wanted to drink, he could certainly get more for him.
However, this time Wen Bai did not speak again.
The robot in front of him noticed the fluctuation in his master's data.
The tall robot reached out and placed his hand on his master's face to read the data. "Master, your face is very hot. Your body temperature has increased."
The robot's body temperature was always slightly lower than Wen Bai's.
At this moment, placing his hand on Wen Bai's face made Wen Bai feel much more comfortable.
Wen Bai pressed down on 575's hand on his face and nodded without speaking.
If Wen Bai didn't move, the tall robot naturally wouldn't either.
He was like a constant presence, waiting for his master's command, always willing to fulfill his master's every request.
After a while, Wen Bai's head suddenly nodded forward, and then his whole body tilted forward abruptly.
The tall robot immediately leaned forward to catch him.
Then, he held him in a full embrace.
Wen Bai, unable to hold his liquor, was drunk.
"Master." A pair of sapphire-blue eyes looked at his master with some concern. He asked, "Are we going to sleep now?"
Wen Bai didn't speak, only leaning his head against the tall robot's neck and nuzzling slightly.
He responded, "I understand, Master. I'll take you to the bedroom now."
The tall robot adjusted his posture to carry his master, ensuring he was in the most comfortable position.
He was careful not to wake his master.
He gently picked up his master, carried him upstairs, and placed him into the warm bedding.
Then he noticed that his master was still tightly gripping one of his hands.
The tall robot sat by his master's bed, bending slightly, and did not pull his hand away.
He looked at his master.
His master had soft hair.
He felt his master.
His master's facial temperature had decreased.
Then, he used his other hand to gently touch his master's eyelashes.
This was a game he had recently started playing after his master fell asleep.
A game only he knew about, his master was unaware of.
He played it with great enjoyment.
But as he played, the handsome, tall robot's gaze began to drift downward.
His hand also moved slowly, following the thoughts in his mind. First, it reached his master's nose bridge, touching it lightly.
Master's nose bridge...
Then, it moved to his master's well-defined lips, which had a distinct cupid's bow, touching them lightly.
Master's lips...
As if he couldn't control himself, 575 slowly lowered his head.
The humans he had seen today, the humans on television, all touched each other in this way.
His master's lips were indeed as soft as he had imagined.
He couldn't help but extend the tip of his tongue and lick them lightly, just like on television.