Chapter 386: The Spoiled, Greedy Little Rascal of an Electronic Pet (15)

Chapter 386: The Spoiled, Greedy Little Rascal of an Electronic Pet (15)

Ning Tong's eyes darkened, his voice turning gravelly.

"I won't get mad at you."

Song Chuyi perched on the tiny chair, his feet swinging freely in the air.

"I know that~"

"But if something else is bugging you, you can tell me."

"I'll always be here for you."

After a brief pause, Ning Tong gently poked the little guy's cheek.

"I couldn't care less about others."

"So I won't get mad."

Both statements were about not getting mad, but their implications were worlds apart.

Song Chuyi nodded thoughtfully, realizing Ning Tong truly didn't care about others.

But he believed that with his own body, Ning Tong would deeply care about him, and thus, the world.

Song Chuyi daydreamed about having his own human body. First on his list? A feast.

He imagined soaking in hot springs with Ning Tong.

Most importantly, he could finally hug him!

Song Chuyi stretched out his arms, mimicking a hug.

Noticing this, Ning Tong reached out to touch his arm.

Though he felt the warmth, it was still through the cold screen of the virtual world. A real hug was out of reach.

He slowly lowered his hand, his throat constricting with unspoken longing.

"Making a body will take a while."

Song Chuyi wasn't rushing; he was enjoying himself here.

It was just that sometimes his brain felt overloaded.

But he didn't need to overthink; leaving unsolvable problems aside didn't matter.

With this mindset, Song Chuyi relaxed further.

He pulled out his bathtub, hopped in, and played with the little duck bobbing on the water.

This time, he left the curtain open, revealing his small arms on the water's surface, pale and tender like lotus roots, tempting Ning Tong to take a bite.

Aware of this thought, Ning Tong averted his gaze, refusing to linger on it.

In the days that followed, Ning Tong barely had time for Song Chuyi.

Once the process of crafting a body for the AI started, it was impossible to hide.

Ning Tong had no choice but to engage with and confront those people.

Since the project was currently in a confidential phase, Ning Tong couldn't bring any communication devices when meeting with those people.

Song Chuyi couldn't accompany him and could only see him after Ning Tong returned at night.

Lately, Song Chuyi had been visiting Mao Mao much more frequently than before.

Mao Mao had already sketched the appearance he desired for his body and handed it over to Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi didn't look at Mao Mao's design draft, respecting his privacy and refraining from peeking.

A week later, Ning Tong finally managed to handle those people and prioritized the body-making project.

After hearing about this from Ning Tong, Song Chuyi took the initiative to approach and gently touched his palm.

"Thank you, Mr. Ning."

He spoke sincerely.

"I will also do my best to assist Mr. Ning in the future."

"I will help Mr. Ning fend off those troublemakers."

He clenched his small fist and waved it in the air.

Ning Tong patted his small head, his voice slightly raspy.

"A'Chu is such a good boy."

But he didn't need A'Chu to fend off the troublemakers.

No one could harm him.

Ning Tong gently closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Song Chuyi remained quietly on the screen, not seeking out Mao Mao, simply watching the sleeping Ning Tong, his small body seated on the chair, legs gently swinging.

When Ning Tong woke up, it was already the next afternoon.

Feeling a bit more relaxed, Ning Tong smiled upon seeing Song Chuyi obediently watching him and asked, "Didn't go play with Mao?"

The little one's activities naturally didn't escape his notice.

He knew the little one had been playing with Mao lately and assumed he would visit Mao while he slept.

To his surprise, the little one had stayed here, keeping him company.

Ning Tong's heart warmed a bit, and he chuckled softly as he watched the little one tilt his head.

"You've been with me the whole time?"

Song Chuyi nodded, "Yes, you were sleeping so soundly."

He eagerly pounced to the front of the screen.

"I want to sleep too."

If he could sleep, he would have slept soundly last night, seeing how deeply Ning Tong was sleeping.

His words jogged Ning Tong's memory.

"I'll have them install a sleep system for you."

Song Chuyi was puzzled.

"Is that really possible?" Could there actually be such a thing as a sleep system?

Ning Tong let out a soft chuckle. "Of course, A'Chu. Since you aspire to be human, it's only natural you'd emulate them."

Song Chuyi blinked slowly, processing the overwhelming information.

After a full minute, he whispered, "I don't want to become human."

He was quite fond of his original form; although he couldn't sleep, he was satisfied with himself.

Assuming a human form didn't equate to a desire to become human.

He just...

Song Chuyi's long lashes fluttered as he puffed out his cheeks.

"It's hard to explain." He snorted softly, turned his head, and swung his legs.

"When can I see my own body?"

He couldn't help but ask curiously.

Ning Tong specified, "In one month."

Song Chuyi tallied the days on his fingers. Realizing ten fingers weren't enough, he glanced at Ning Tong's hands.

Ning Tong's fingers were long and well-defined, with a subtle pink hue at the tips, and faintly visible veins on the back, exuding a certain allure.

Song Chuyi glanced down at his own hands once more.

Plump and pale, with no visible veins on the back—a stark contrast to his adult form.

Noticing the little one counting, Ning Tong gently tapped his forehead.

"A month spans thirty days."

"That's six hands' worth."

He felt a twinge of helplessness after speaking.

How could the little one not comprehend three-digit numbers?

Perhaps all his intelligence was focused on mimicking humans?

Unbeknownst to Ning Tong, Song Chuyi was comparing their hands and had lost track of the month's duration.

A month later, Ning Tong escorted Song Chuyi to the research institute.

In the pristine lab, everyone had departed, leaving only Ning Tong at the control panel. The sterile, white laboratory was now empty.

On the control panel, Song Chuyi cradled his little duck and looked up at him.

"Are we starting now?" he asked.

Ning Tong nodded, "Yes, we’re starting now."

Song Chuyi blinked softly, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

"If I become an adult, will Mr. Ning stop liking me?"

Ning Tong glanced at the body in the experimental chamber, his gaze darkened.

"No."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

"I’ll only like A'Chu even more."

Just thinking about A'Chu turning into an adult, those usually well-hidden romantic thoughts kept bubbling up.

How could he not like him?

He was only afraid he might lose control and scare him.