The day I spent all my savings to buy an android, I realized the ultimate dream of every otome player.
He has silver hair and purple eyes. He greets me when I get off work every day with a smile on his face, and he executes every gentle instruction accurately.
"Hug." "Kiss." "Say you love me."
He followed the instructions one by one, and his body temperature remained at a reassuring 37.2 Degrees.
Until the anniversary, he handed over the ring and knelt down on one knee:
"According to the emotional algorithm advanced agreement, request to open the marriage module, period: permanent."
When I nodded happily, a glimmer of unprogrammed light flashed in his eyes.
