Chapter 2092: If I Were an AI, Would You Love Me? 02

Xu Hefa noticed Xu Suxing's evasion, hurriedly coaxing: "The power button is on the inner side of the right upper arm, Xiao Xu, go take off the mask and have a look—I've never seen what it looks like."

Xu Suxing walked to the front of the robot, his gaze lingering on the mask for a few moments, then he began to feel around to find the power button on the right arm.

Perhaps because it hadn't been turned on yet, the robot had no temperature, which greatly relaxed Xu Suxing, and he pressed the button.

A few seconds later.

The robot reached out, took off the mask on its face, slowly lifted its head to look straight ahead, then lowered its eyes to look at the human before it.

That moment's impact left Xu Suxing stunned, and he slowly blinked.

The man stood in the soft light of the living room, like a perfect contradiction; the plain white shirt issued at shipment fit his broad shoulders and tight waist, as if every muscle had been precisely tuned.

His eyes were the most captivating—deep ocean blue, and at certain angles they had a glass-like translucent quality.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Xu Suxing, slightly curious, wrinkled his nose, and after startup he even smelled a faint special fragrance.

Is this also part of the setting for the bionic robot?

【Detected world's plot villain, triggering Blackening Value; current Blackening Value: 30!】

【Mission requirement: Blackening Value to zero, change the villain's tragic ending!】

"Hello, I am the 520 Number bionic robot."

The robot's voice was also finely tuned—low and magnetic—Xu Suxing came to, "... Hello."

Xu Suxing looked at the projection of Xu He and said, "Is this serial number also your doing?"

Xu He was still amazed, "Damn, the lab's image design team has evolved to this point—it's comparable to a male model."

"No, I only handle core data generation; this serial number is probably a surprise for you."

Xu Suxing: "……"

He wasn't surprised.

Jin Chen leisurely turned his head, also glanced at the protagonist top, then looked back at Xu Suxing.

"Master."

The living room fell silent.

Xu Suxing's usually calm expression instantly turned to surprise, the address making him feel a bit dizzy.

"Don't call me that." Xu Suxing said.

Jin Chen paused a moment, "Xing Xing."

How strange.

Xu Suxing pressed his lips; actually he didn't really want this "gift," it was too much like a real person.

Before he could speak, the projection of Xu He seemed to have a premonition: "This bionic robot is all‑purpose; it can take care of your daily life, after all you can faint ten times a week."

"Hopefully next check‑up your physical condition will stabilize."

He hung up immediately after speaking, giving Xu Suxing no chance to refuse.

And Jin Chen seemed to sense Xu Suxing's subtle resistance, raising his hand to take Xu Suxing's fingertip, lowering his head slightly, his brows and eyes relaxing.

"Xing Xing, please stay with me."

The temperature transmitted from the fingertip made Xu Suxing momentarily lose himself; since he has memory, he hasn't had such contact with a human for a long time, and even his regular physical check‑ups are machine‑assisted.

He unconsciously stared at the held fingertip, trembled, then jerked it back.

"You can stay, 520 Number, but try to avoid physical contact from now on." Xu Suxing said, curling his fingers and wiping a corner of his clothes, a faint thirst rising in his throat.

"Okay." The wife's hand is soft, I want to pinch it.

Jin Chen gave a cold nod, as if memorizing the order.

The Ai Dun Dun housework robot lifted its head to scan the big guy, emitting a slightly stuttered routine voice prompt: "Make way, cleaning in progress."

Jin Chen watched Xu Suxing sit back on the sofa to rest, then lowered his gaze, his long fingertips touching Ai Dun Dun's smart interface.

Beep—

Ai Dun Dun's stuttering movements instantly became nimble, it dodged the big guy and cleaned up the paper litter all over the floor.

After scanning the villa's structure, Jin Chen stood by the sofa, leaning down to look at Xu Suxing.

"Xing Xing, I need to scan your health condition."

Xu Suxing is thoroughly low‑energy; today's energy was almost drained by the earlier "unboxing," hearing this he slowly nodded, his voice lazy.

"What do I need to do?" he asked, looking back at Jin Chen, his eyes somewhat vacant.

"First, Xing Xing needs to have physical contact with me—touching, shaking hands—to facilitate data reading, estimated at fifteen seconds."

"Second, I need a drop of fingertip blood to replenish what the body has used; later I will prepare a nourishing lunch for Xing Xing."

The orderly arrangement let Xu Suxing understand without much effort, even though the earlier contact had left him with a strange reaction.

But thinking of his current poor health, he slightly lifted his chin and accepted.

"Okay."

Xu Suxing extended his hand to Jin Chen, "Let's begin."

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, grasped the soft, white fingertip, and his pupil color gradually deepened.

The strange feeling came again.

Xu Suxing took a deep breath; the touched skin felt as if brushed by warm water.

There was no trace of the stinging or repulsive sensation that comes from human contact.

Xu Suxing wanted to remember the feeling yet also wanted to escape; he trembled, only to be gripped tighter.

After fifteen seconds, Jin Chen voluntarily withdrew his hand, took a tissue from the table, and wiped Xu Suxing's fingers.

"Now we'll take blood, Xing Xing—are you afraid of the needle?" he asked, half‑kneeling on the ground.

Xu Suxing's thoughts were even a bit dull, as if still immersed in the warm‑water‑like touch, he unconsciously rubbed his fingertip pads a few times and shook his head.

"Not afraid."

He leaned against the Sofa, lowered his gaze to see a drop of scarlet overflow from his fingertip, and in an instant it was absorbed by Jin Chen's fingers.

Xu Susong's brow twitched slightly, then he looked toward Jin Chen's eyes, seeing those sapphire-like pupils fixed, flashing a metallic sheen, as if analyzing data.

About five seconds passed.

Jin Chen rose, looked at Xu Susong and said: "Xingxing, if the general health condition of humans is around 80 points, your assessment is only 20."

That's a very low, and also very dangerous, value.

Xu Susong: "……"

Xu Susong pulled the blanket over himself, not wanting to hear a word.

The blanket was pulled open by Jin Chen, he leaned forward, his tone seeming a bit softer than before.

I will take good care of you, Xingxing.

Xu Susong inexplicably heard a hint of intimacy in that.

It must be an illusion.

He still wasn't quite used to such closeness, shrinking back a little; fortunately, after the robot finished speaking, it stood up and walked toward the kitchen.

I have a cooking robot. Xu Susong said toward the back of 520, his voice growing increasingly tired.

The robot that received the instruction drifted out of the kitchen, "Estimated twenty-five minutes until lunchtime."

Jin Chen thought of the uniform and bland taste of the current cooking robot, and patted its smooth head.

Shut down.

Beep!

The cooking robot was shoved by the short and stout figure toward the charging room.

Xu Susong: "……"