It has always lived in that small machine, carried by him everywhere, and can quietly watch his daily life while he is turning on the machine. He can hear the sound of running water when he takes a shower, and can hear the tuneless song he hums. It is so close.
It likes him very much, although it cannot express any words to him other than the prescribed lines.
But fortunately, this is a love game in the first place. It blushes and waits for him to choose the plot development he wants. But at the same time, it is worried that he just thinks this main line is fun.
I feel sad but also very happy.
Until he asked it, your face was always flushed, was this a setting? He went to look through the box, and it hurriedly pounced on it, arguing loudly that this one was randomly selected. As a result, before he could finish speaking, it hit the screen.
Across the dark screen, I should feel no pain when touching my forehead, but I feel that there is no place on my body that doesn't feel as painful as my forehead.
Especially the trembling fingertips and heart.
It realized a long time ago that it would never be able to touch his fleshy face. It frowned and enjoyed the happiness of only having him, but it was still worried because the game had come to an end.
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