"I want to dye this thing green"

Caesar sealed the little red flower full of love and poison in a vacuum glass box and washed his hands ten times.

Unaware of this, Lola sat on the bed, holding Caesar's plush bear in her arms, her eyes following Caesar's movements.

She didn't understand why Caesar was looking at her with such a strange gaze, as if he was going to pick her up and spank her, and also as if he was too reluctant to let go.

Poor thing.

Under Lola's gaze, Caesar finally came over.

Lola opened her hands, "Hug~"

She looked at Caesar hopefully, accurately judging from his reaction, good, no need to be spanked.

Lola's memory was very blurry, like a video software suddenly loading a large file, the overloaded CPU couldn't bear too heavy things, and too many memories pouring in made her feel pain.

Just like a game where outfits often clip through each other, memories of inappropriate ages also quietly invaded the brain.

For example, Lola clearly rem