700 Star Best Options (23)

Suna couldn't understand what he meant, so he just clicked and crossed out the dialog box filled with ellipses. I never thought that the small dots that blocked my vision would become densely packed, like a computer infected with a virus that couldn't be turned off.

After repeating it several times, she finally lost her patience. She frowned and said seriously, "Okay, just stop."

Suddenly, her wrist was tightly grasped by cold fingers. Su Na suddenly felt a pain in her wrist. She forcefully opened her hand and clasped it back to prevent her from continuing to operate.

Watching the other person approaching and leaning forward to press him down, he unconsciously clenched his other hand into a fist. His actions at this time were beyond the rules.

"...Twenty-nine?" Suna pursed her lips. This look made her very uncomfortable. The breathing light on the boy's neck flashed unusually fast, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

"Let go first and talk about what's going on?"

She stretched out her hand and pushed, her fingertips touched the solid chest, and warm current was quickly transmitted to the palm of her hand. The other party made no sound, and even took the initiative to disobey her instructions. Under the calmness of her tense body, there was a faint storm, ready to come out.

Machines don't have hearts.

At this time, the strong sense of vacancy left Twenty Zero at a loss. It was a logic that could not be deduced by the program in the brain.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes silently stopping at the place where the two of them were touching. His fingers trembled slightly, and he realized that he had not controlled his strength and it hurt her.

How could a reformer who always acted accurately fail to control himself?

"Let go." Suna repeated again, his tone calm.

The young man's expression darkened.

His fingers trembled, and he relaxed a little slowly, then sat down in silence with his head bowed. His eyes caught a glimpse of the girl's thin white arms, which were obviously red and very eye-catching.

[Twenty-nine: Sorry...]

He sat quietly, staring there motionless, all information stopped running, and his mind went blank.

The girl didn't respond, and the boy didn't dare to look directly into the other person's eyes. He only felt a tightness in his chest.

[Twenty-nine: I don’t know what happened to me, I’m sorry. ]

The chip implanted in the back of his head was faintly hot. Although he was in pain, his face was still cautious.

The silence lasted for a while, and the girl closed all messages, leaving only a dialog box. He raised his arm casually, glanced at it, but put it down without paying much attention.

The boy's face turned paler, and he seemed lifeless just by looking at it. He wanted to touch her gently, but he didn't dare to move.

This made his nerves throb with pain.

[Twenty-nine: I was wrong, maybe I couldn’t control myself. ]

[Twenty-nine: I didn’t mean to stop you, I just saw you getting close to others and I couldn’t control it. ]

He might actually be sick. It cannot be used as a normal reformer to provide solutions to the owner's problems.

There is always an insurmountable difference between him and normal people.

Suna was startled for a moment, thinking about the meaning of these words over and over, watching the text in the dialog box jump with a calm expression.

[Twenty-nine: I will be obedient from now on. Really... I can do anything. ]

[Twenty-nine: Can you please stop being angry? ]

"Yeah." The girl replied with a single word, and handed over her hand in an extremely cold manner.

The young man received an unexpected response, his silent eyes lit up with a subtle light, and then he slowly and tentatively helped her rub the painful area, his hand falling down very gently.

Suna has always had a good temper, but he can't stand being wronged.

Ignoring someone with a cold expression already meant that she was mad. Reaching out her hand didn't mean reconciliation, but she wanted him to continue coaxing her.