The cute male runaway robot's sky blue eyes widened slightly.
This robot, this terrifying, ferocious robot in front of it, was claiming that human as its own!
Such possessive madness momentarily flustered the cute male runaway robot. It suddenly had a faint understanding that it probably had no hope of living in that beautiful big house.
It glanced at the beautiful big house once more, thinking that if this robot was by that human's side.
That was such a beautiful big house!
After a few seconds of internal struggle, it still held onto a sliver of hope and lifted its head, saying, "I... I won't fight you for that human, I just... just want to live with them..."
Before it could finish speaking, the terrifying, tall robot in front of it coldly interrupted, looking down at it and saying, "No."
"If you appear before him again," the tall robot spoke indifferently, "do you remember that robot from just now?"
The cute male runaway robot maintained a stiff, shocked, and incredulous expression. This terrifying robot was now! Threatening it!
It was actually threatening it!
Naturally, it... could be threatened.
In truth, it had been boastful.
The cute male runaway robot reflected on itself.
In reality, it couldn't defeat this terrifying robot in front of it at all.
The cute male runaway robot couldn't help but start whimpering as it thought of being homeless again.
Then it nodded, finally accepting the reality of the situation.
It turned and left, dejected.
No matter how big or how beautiful this pretty house was, no matter how much it liked it, there was simply no place for it inside.
575 watched as the male runaway robot wisely departed. Confirming that the other party was truly gone this time and not hiding nearby, he turned and walked back.
Upon returning, he stayed by his master's side, watching his master, who had just pulled up the covers and was preparing to sleep. The handsome and tall robot showed an expression completely different from the cold and ferocious one it had moments ago, saying to his master with infinite tenderness, "Goodnight, Master."
Wen Bai nodded expressionlessly, wrapped in his small quilt, and then signaled for the tall robot to turn off the lights, as he wanted to sleep now.
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Meanwhile, outside, the dejected cute male runaway robot was walking along, sad.
It was immersed in the heavy atmosphere of sorrow, the world being so vast, yet having no home for it.
Then, quite suddenly, it felt something lightly nudge its shoulder from behind.
Had that terrifying robot changed its mind? Was it worried that it would go back to find that human, or had it decided to nip the problem in the bud?
It turned back tremblingly.
And saw a person dressed in a black sequined tracksuit, wearing a baseball cap and huge sunglasses.
It breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.
"What is it?" The cute male runaway robot didn't hide its sadness, asking with a sob.
Bu Bu the robot pushed its sunglasses up slightly with its finger, allowing the other to see its eyes clearly, "Are you coming with me?"
The cute male runaway robot froze.
Huh?
This person in front of it wasn't a human, it was also a robot.
This robot was... inviting it?!
Was it no longer a robot wandering alone!
"Do you have a place to live? That house is so beautiful!" The cute male runaway robot pointed in the direction of Wen Bai's house.
Bu Bu tilted its head, glanced in the direction the cute male runaway robot was pointing, then turned back and shook its head innocently, indicating no.
The cute male runaway robot's sobbing expression vanished, and it perked up, replying, "Okay! I'll go with you."
Bu Bu the robot adjusted its oversized sunglasses, nodded, and turned away with a flourish, "Let's go."
Bu Bu the robot had had a fruitful day, having abducted another robot. He took a few steps, joyfully steadied his sunglasses in place, spun around, hopped, and then led the new member away.
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Wen Bai had a dream, a long and repetitive one.
He wasn't sure if it was because today was his first time riding a motorcycle.
In the dream, he and his robot 575 were also riding motorcycles, constantly riding.
Along empty, deserted streets, one after another.
The road was long, and the speed was fast.
In the dream, the thrill of speeding felt exceptionally real, making Wen Bai's heart beat faster and faster.
Just as they were riding well on a road with no obstacles, the motorcycle suddenly lost balance and overturned.
In the dream, everything was like slow motion.
As the motorcycle flipped sideways in the air, his tall robot nimbly twisted in mid-air, changing direction and reaching back to hug him, protectively holding him tightly.
Then they fell together. Although they fell on the road, they seemed to fall for a long time in the air.
It should have hurt terribly, and the landing should have been on the hard ground.
But they landed here, in a dark room. They fell heavily, yet were gently bounced up.
This was a soft and warm place, feeling very much like Wen Bai's bed covered with soft quilts.
They landed in a soft, dark place.
But even in the darkness, Wen Bai could see the sky blue, focused gaze of the other person, and their faintly handsome features.
Inside the room, Wen Bai heard heavy breathing.
The sky blue eyes he saw were no longer their usual gentle or smiling appearance.
In those sky blue eyes, there was something familiar that he had seen before.
A suppressed, restrained, and heartbroken gaze...
Before Wen Bai could discern the exact meaning of the emotions in those sky blue eyes, he was abruptly turned and pushed against the wall.
And in front of him, to his right, was a hanging curtain...
Behind him, a suppressed, heavy breath, and a pair of strong arms around his waist...
Why did this scene feel so familiar to him?
Before Wen Bai could react, he was forcefully pushed by the robot behind him...
He lost his footing and reached out forward, but grasped nothing. The wall that had been in front of him moments ago suddenly disappeared.
He could only futilely grasp the hanging curtain in front of him.
The dream was too blurry, and Wen Bai didn't know what the person behind him was doing, but intermittent wet, hot breaths continued to spray on his back.
He knew who was behind him; it was his own, all-powerful robot...