My CEO Neighbor Is an AI

Food-video creator Yan Xiaonuo has been troubled lately. The new tenant in apartment 2701 keeps making strange noises late at night. When she finally works up the courage to confront him, the man who opens the door leaves her brain completely fried. Since when did handsome guys all start looking like 3D models?

"Your delivery." The man hands her a lunch container covered in zombie stickers. His pale, cool-toned skin gleams with a mechanical sheen beneath the hallway lights.

Yan Xiaonuo stares at the numbered tattoo barely visible beneath his collar, lost in thought. Is high-end housekeeping really this competitive now? Then one late night, she sees through her peephole as her neighbor twists a warped metal door open with his bare hands, blue data streams flashing in his pupils...

"So, you're... what?"

"A seventh-generation housekeeping android, currently learning the human emotion module." The man bends to pick up the slipper she dropped in shock. "Would you like me to demonstrate the overheating protection system? What you humans call... blushing?"