Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

The little biochemical man's learning ability is amazing, and he will be able to surf the Internet and watch TV by himself in a short time.

She is curious about everything in the house, wants to touch everything, and even wants to take it apart and look at it.

Alberto didn't stop him and just let her do what she wanted.

It's just that she's careless and will break things if she's not careful.

At this time, she would look for his figure and sight in panic.

Alberto would calm her uneasiness with a gentle tone.

"It doesn't matter, you can buy these again, don't be nervous."

With a patience that even he didn't realize he had.

However, these things are easy to teach, but bathing is not.

The little bioman had no concept of taking a bath, and was a little confused when he heard him talk about taking a bath.

Alberto found some videos to teach her.

As a result, it took a long time for the little biomorph to enter, so long that he couldn't help but wonder if she drowned in it.

Just when Alberto was thinking about whether to open the door and go in to see what was going on, she came out.

He was covered in foam and ran out without any clothes on.

A bunch of bubbles dropped off as I ran along the way.

Alberto's eyes widened and he quickly stopped the man and held him down.

"Why don't you wash off all the foam."

The little creature looked at him in confusion upon hearing this.

There was foam on the tip of her nose and face.

Especially the long black hair, with foam rising to a peak on the top of the head.

Only then did Alberto remember that in the video he was looking for, there were only scenes of applying foam, not rinsing.

Because it was an advertisement for shower gel!

He looked helpless and speechless, and had to control his gaze not to fall on her.

But the little cyborg covered in foam is slippery.

She thought he wanted foam, so she reached out and wiped the foam on her body, smeared it on him, and then looked at him with praise.

Beautiful dark brown eyes sparkling.

Alberto: "..."

He couldn't boast about his mysophobia.

So Alberto directly carried the little cyborg into the bathroom, picked up the shower and helped her rinse.

She was quite well-behaved at this time, but she accidentally got it in her eyes when she was washing her hair.

She immediately buried her face in his chest feeling aggrieved and uncomfortable, grabbing his clothes and rubbing her eyes.

"It hurts~"

Alberto quickly pinched her face and lifted it up, while pulling away the towel next to her.

"Don't hide, you have to wash off the foam."

"No, it hurts~"

She refused, but she was not as strong as Alberto, so she pinched her cheek and wiped her eyes.

After all the hard work, Alberto's clothes were all wet.

Then getting dressed became a problem again.

She was not very good at controlling her strength, and all the buttoned pajamas she bought were torn by her.

She wouldn't be able to stretch out her hands and trap herself in the hood.

She panicked and tore her pajamas to pieces.

Alberto had no choice but to order a nightgown and teach her step by step how to put it on.

After finally teaching her with great difficulty, Alberto only felt tired and fulfilled today.

Who knew that this little cyborg would still be clingy when sleeping.

"No, you go back to your room and sleep." He glanced at the corner of his clothes held in her hand and refused coldly.

The little cyborg pursed his lips, looking pitiful.

It's a pity that Alberto is not a soft-hearted person.

"No, go back!" His voice was a little loud, so he looked fierce.

The little cyborg was a little frightened, and subconsciously let go of his hands and lowered his head.

She was wearing small pale pink slippers, and her toes were twisted together uneasily.

But Alberto would not tolerate her and sent her back to her room.

The little biochemical man showed a very aggrieved expression.

The man didn't look at her, didn't care about her, and just closed the door.

however--

Alberto returned to his room but couldn't sleep.

It seemed like there was something unfinished, and I was tossing and turning with thoughts on my mind.

The image in my mind was of the aggrieved and pitiful little creature before closing the door.

After a few seconds, he suddenly lifted the quilt.