Heart, Slightly Stinging Pain

Huo Jingxiu took out his phone and played a video.

"Look, robots look like this…"

Wen Ruan looked at the robot on Huo Jingxiu's phone and pursed her pink lips.

His father's insomnia was caused by a psychological problem. His love for his mother was so strong that he was obsessed with it. Taking medicine had little effect on him. He could only hear her voice to relieve his symptoms.

This robot could indeed solve his father's insomnia.

Huo Jingxiu's gaze fell on Wen Ruan's palm-sized face. Her skin was fair and delicate. When he looked closely, it was like a piece of jade. It was crystal clear, smooth and flawless.

Her long eyelashes were slightly drooping, and under her small nose, her beautiful lips were pink and moist. For some reason, she wanted people to kiss her.