My Yandere Robot Wife

Liguang lay curled up on the floor of the wooden cabin, half-dreaming and half-awake.

The morning sunlight slipped through the crack in the window and fell warmly across her loose silver hair.

Her little mouth was slightly open, her breathing soft and light.

Lately, she had been getting up later and later.

And lazier and lazier, too.

But it wasn’t her fault.

She used to wake up before dawn because she had to brew the tea ahead of time.

The temperature had to be precisely fifty-two degrees. Then she would sit properly on her knees in front of the tea table and wait for Master to open his eyes.

But now, no matter how early she got up, all she could do was stare blankly at the empty wooden cabin.