**[Warm Reminder: When An’an does something wrong, you can choose to punish her. During punishment, certain actions can be justified, and Affection Level will not decrease.]**
“I see,” Gu Yu said with a smile, giving Su An a premonition of danger.
“I’m sorry,” Su An hurriedly bowed her head to admit her mistake.
“An’an is being naughty. A verbal apology isn’t enough,” Gu Yu continued, her smile still mischievous.
‘Sigh.’
Su An pursed her lips and thought for a moment. Her Local Model provided several reference answers.
1. Pull up her dress and let her spank her.
2. Take off her clothes and offer them with both hands.
3. …
‘What are these?!’
Su An thought shamefully.
After hesitating and considering her options, she tentatively reached out a hand, signaling for Gu Yu to smack it.
While getting her hand smacked was a bit childish, it was at least less embarrassing.
Gu Yu lightly tapped the small hand, as if completing an achievement.
“I’ll let it slide this time, but don’t let it happen again,” she said.
Su An breathed a long sigh of relief.
‘She’s so nice for letting me off so easily.’
**[Affection Level: 72 → 74 (A young girl’s thoughts are truly hard to guess. She thinks you are probably a good person?)]**
‘Probably? What the hell is that supposed to mean?’
Gu Yu was baffled. At the same time, she was also puzzled — hadn’t she just reached eighty yesterday?
When had it dropped again?
Gu Yu felt a bit troubled, thinking that An’an’s Control Panel had too many bugs.
‘I’ll make an appointment and take her in for an inspection later this afternoon.’
The Abnormal Android Disposal Bureau had an inspection scheduled for early evening, but the two were unrelated.
Su An tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with obvious confusion as she watched Gu Yu place a hand on her White Silk Over-Knee Socks.
Gu Yu looked up.
The little cutie sitting on the desk currently showed only confusion, without any negative emotions like resistance.
Turning her gaze back to that flawless, pale skin, Gu Yu realized why such an achievement existed — it was the designer’s confidence.
Gu Yu didn’t have a habit of keeping long nails.
Her ten fingers were long and slender, her fingertips lightly touching the boundary between the white silk and the skin.
An’an was very fair, but not the deathly pale often sought by extreme beauty filters.
It was a warm, vibrant white, like mutton-fat jade.
As she touched her gently, the thighs possessed a smooth softness that humans could not maintain, and the texture of the white silk was just right, making it hard to put down.
Su An blinked.
‘What is she doing?’
Gu Yu herself was not particularly fond of stockings, but she had seen others put them on and take them off — her ex-girlfriend, for instance — so she knew how to remove them.
She grabbed the edges on both sides and slowly rolled them down.
The weather was not particularly cold, but Gu Yu still felt a strange sensation of warmth slowly radiating as the white silk was peeled away.
The feeling reached its peak as the white silk passed the ankle, the bridge of the foot, and the toes that looked like pearls.
The small, pale foot, which could be held in one hand, had a hint of pink and emitted a faint warmth, looking a bit like a fresh, steaming bun straight out of the oven.
The rolled-up white silk rested in her palm, and she could still feel the girl’s lingering warmth.
If it were a human, the current Gu Yu would have only frowned and avoided it.
She had no interest in feet and believed that “feet are not sexual organs.”
But An’an was different.
The designers had replicated human strengths as much as possible while avoiding many of their flaws.
At this moment, a faint fragrance slowly drifted into Gu Yu’s nose.
It was like a small white flower after the rain — very light, yet impossible to ignore, as if a little wood nymph was reaching out a tiny hand to tease her sense of smell.
If someone had said, “Fun fact: feet are not sexual organs,” Gu Yu would have subconsciously replied, “I’m not so sure about that.”
The right foot was still wearing its white silk sock.
Some might enjoy this asymmetrical aesthetic, but Gu Yu only wanted to make it symmetrical.
Her left hand still held the warm white silk, but she did not throw it away.
Instead, she clutched it in her palm, eager to find the next item for her other hand.
*Tapa-tapa.*
A knock sounded at the door.
Gu Yu, still immersed in the moment, was instantly pulled back to reality.
She frowned and said, “Come in.”
“Hello, President Gu. I am Cleaner 8644. I am here to clean your office per the Logistics Department’s request,” a janitor in orange clothing said earnestly.
Su An looked back curiously and immediately saw the Blue Ring on his temple.
He was an android.
“Now?”
Gu Yu’s aura changed.
She became very cold, her clear voice devoid of emotion.
Su An subconsciously shivered and shrunk her neck.
Perhaps she was too harmless, so Gu Yu had never shown this heartless, icy side to her before.
The android janitor seemed like a machine that only followed orders.
Still wearing a preset smile, he said in standard Mandarin, “Yes, the instructions from the Logistics Department are as such.”
“Is that so?”
Gu Yu’s expression grew colder.
Her left hand still gripped the rolled-up white silk, but her right hand pulled a cylindrical object from her drawer.
Su An noticed the movement and looked over.
It was a silver-white cylinder similar to a flashlight, but it was seamless, looking much more high-end.
Gu Yu aimed the object at the android janitor.
“Ms. Gu, do you have any other requests? If not, I will begin my work.”
He maintained his smile while taking out a mop-like tool, seemingly preparing to clean the office.
And then…
*Zzzzt.*
An invisible wave was released from the silver-white cylinder.
*Bang!*
The android, weighing over 100 pounds, collapsed instantly like he had lost consciousness.
His fate was unknown.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
It was over before Su An could even react.
‘W-what happened?’
Su An looked at Gu Yu, trembling.
Her expression was icy, just like the beautiful, cold goddess others described.
When they first met, Su An thought Gu Yu was a cold and overbearing president, but their subsequent interactions had changed her mind.
Only now did she suddenly realize that she did not know Gu Yu. She knew nothing at all.
This version of her was something Su An had never seen before.
‘Why?’
Su An wanted to ask.
The object in Gu Yu’s hand seemed to be a weapon specifically designed to target androids.
It had instantly destroyed the internal structure of the janitor android.
As he lay limp on the floor, his skin simulation layer was also affected.
The skin color distorted continuously, occasionally flashing uncomfortable, pixelated patterns.
‘Why?’
Su An shifted to one side of the desk, her body trembling slightly.
She did not understand.
From her perspective, the janitor android was just trying to do his job.
The only weapon he had was that mop-like multifunctional cleaning tool.
Yet, Gu Yu had snuffed him out as easily as crushing an ant.
Su An felt like she could not breathe.
Perhaps because she had died once before, she was extremely afraid of death.
Seeing the android fall caused an uncontrollable fear to surge within her.
Gu Yu’s expression softened slightly.
She turned her gaze and saw An’an shivering on the desk.
Realizing her actions had been too sudden, she explained, “This was a Deviant Android.”
“A Deviant Android?”
Su An did not even realize her voice was shaking, carrying a faint sob.
Seeing this, a strange destructive urge welled up in Gu Yu’s heart. She shook her head slightly to suppress it and said in a gentle tone, “Yes. Ever since I took office as President, I have emphasized that no android is allowed to enter my office while I am working. However, this android violated that rule. He could have cleaned at night or in the morning, but the one thing he couldn’t do was clean while I was here!”
By the end, Gu Yu’s voice carried a hint of ruthlessness.
Su An subconsciously swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth, her eyes darting away.
She was an android too, after all.
To Gu Yu, Su An was far too easy to read.
Her face practically screamed, “What about me?”
She reined in her cold, sharp aura and spoke as if coaxing a child.
“Of course, An’an, you are different. He was a Deviant Android, but you are not.”
“Mhm.”
Su An forced a faint smile.
At this moment, she felt infinitely lucky.
Yesterday, she had wanted to speak up countless times, wanting to bet on Gu Yu’s kindness, but had been interrupted by various events.
Until just now, she had still held onto a glimmer of hope. Now, that hope had finally shattered.