Lola said, "You really don't have a single romantic in your body, do you, my dear General Caesar?"Caesar: "No one would be romantic with a little piglet."Lola turned around and punched Caesar's chest three times, saying, "Shut up, shut up, shut up."Lola gently tiptoed, barely touching the ground, spinning leisurely a few times. She hummed a song, an ancient Asti lullaby for lulling children to sleep.Caesar listened quietly as she finished humming, then asked, "What do the lyrics mean?"Lola looked down and replied, "Sleep, my baby, don't be afraid, close your eyes. When the sun rises, we'll all be safe."The air in winter was thin as if the oxygen had been frozen. Caesar looked down at Lola; her hair was shining brilliantly in the sunlight, like flowing gold.Caesar smiled, saying, "You should know, you're not an Asti."Caesar's tone was firm and unhurried, "Forget those foolish things, Lola."Lola instinctively hugged her arms, her shoulders slightly shrugging as she sneezed."It
during these days, Lola and Caesar sat down together for dinner for the first time.Lola didn't follow any table etiquette, but Caesar was obviously used to it. According to etiquette, frequently staring at a lady while eating was considered impolite. Lola endured it for half an hour. Thirty minutes, Caesar glanced at her fifteen times, with the longest gaze lasting 62 seconds and the shortest, 7 seconds.She couldn't take it anymore. She put her knife and fork back on her plate, the silver spoon and the clean white porcelain clashing, making a crisp, pleasant sound.Lola looked up, her brown curly hair with one stubborn strand sticking up, and confronted Caesar, asking, "What are you looking at? Is there a flower on my face?"Caesar replied indifferently, "No, I've never seen a young lady with such a big appetite."Lola leaned on the table with her elbow, holding her face, a look of longing in her eyes, "Wow, you actually called me a young lady, not a little piglet. Do you like me?"
Caesar could clearly feel Lola's hand trembling. She had always been unable to bear too much pain or blood loss, not because of being delicate, but because her unique nature prevented her from having a normal constitution.Under the moonlight, which was not much different from when they first met, Lola took a deep breath. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. But her voice was still suppressed and calm, "Can you let go of me now?"Caesar took the bunch of roses with the note attached, releasing her hand and looking at her silently. Lola's handwriting was beautiful, intelligent, and neat.Caesar had never been one for personal rituals; he wouldn't celebrate his birthday with lavish parties or stay up all night. On the contrary, every time his birthday approached, Caesar would be bothered by the need to refuse gifts.However, today he would not refuse this early gift.Lola gently gasped, her intact hand searching her body for a while, finally remembering sh
Lola covered her head, not giving up on chewing. She was too hungry, and the paper pulp only provided a feeling of fullness but couldn't provide the calories needed to maintain her body's normal functioning. The cold smoked meat didn't taste good, but Lola didn't mind; as long as she could eat, it was fine.A little grease stained the corner of her mouth as she struggled to swallow the large bites of meat. The sound of a male voice grew clearer beside her ear.The cafeteria manager was jolted awake by Caesar's grip and stuttered an apology. Caesar released his hand, politely explaining that his companion had somnambulism and would involuntarily come out to roam at night...Lola ate too fast, not chewing completely, and it hurt a little when she swallowed hard. But it was fine; she could endure worse hardships.After the submissive manager left, Caesar finally looked at Lola, who was curled up. She looked awful. She had rushed out in her nightgown, her hands smelled faintly of cured me
Lola didn't regret swallowing the bits of paper, even though they were hard to digest and caused her pain. However, when the private doctor asked if she had swallowed any foreign objects, she simply said that she had accidentally swallowed the paper liner of a cupcake.He was Caesar's confidant, and Lola believed he would keep it a secret.Indeed, he chose not to inquire further and skillfully provided Lola with anti-inflammatory medication and an IV drip with nutrients."Your body is too weak," the private doctor said. "Miss Lola, if this continues, you may need a blood transfusion."Lola gave a soft acknowledgment. She should be grateful for her common blood type, as it would not cause any headache if she ever needed a blood plasma transfusion.Caesar's private doctor perfectly embodied the term 'tight-lipped'. No matter how Lola tried to probe, he would always skillfully evade those questions, never revealing any of Caesar's secrets.Just as Lola was about to give up, Caesar finall
Ten minutes later, Caesar, the car owner, received a notification on his phone about the deduction of points and a fine.Caesar was impartial, "Deduct it from your pocket money."Lola muttered, "… wait a minute."Lola was shocked and asked, "Do I still have pocket money? Really? I really, really have pocket money? The legendary pocket money that I can spend freely?"Caesar said, "Go on, your voice can be louder, even louder, you've already deafened my ears. Watch the road, little piglet."Lola continued to look at the road ahead, still unable to recover from her surprise."Your bank card is in your driver's license, and the password is my birthday," Caesar said, "Maybe one day it will come in handy."Lola humbly said, "Okay, but do I still have to hand over your supplementary credit card?"Caesar replied, "You keep it for now."In fact, Lola rarely had the opportunity to go shopping. Even with Caesar's credit card, it would be a long time before she could use it again. Caesar didn't a
Half an hour later, Emilia, who had just taken a petal bath and was covered in fragrant lotion, took Lola with her.With her rose scent, Emilia now smelled like a sweet and delicious cake. Lola couldn't resist the temptation of this scent, and from the moment she got in the car, she sniffed and nuzzled Emilia, accidentally rubbing off the patch on her neck. Finally, Emilia noticed something unusual, "Lola, your neck—"Emilia forcibly held Lola, frowning at the bite marks on her neck.She knew where those marks came from; it could only be Caesar."How could he do this," Emilia gently wiped Lola's neck with a soft handkerchief, displeased, "How could he do this."How could an Alpha treat an Omega so roughly! If this kind of thing were caught on camera, it would make the social news.The soft silk handkerchief touched the wound, and Lola winced in pain, sucking in a cold breath. She subconsciously tried to avoid it, "… It's actually not that bad."In the car today, besides Lola and Emili
Lola's palm was slightly sweaty, and her forehead and nose were slightly flushed due to her breathing. Her eyes were bright, happily waving the Statue of Liberty torch in her hand. Caesar wanted to use the torch to hit her head. But no, her small walnut-sized head couldn't withstand such a violent blow; it would be better to use a jasmine branch to knock her. Caesar forcibly suppressed the urge to grab her legs and shake the water out of her head, and was surprised to find his tolerance for this little girl was increasing. After the brief impulse to grasp her and shake her disappeared, Caesar calmly forgave her again for the terrible, annoying, and strangely bad nickname call him. Protecting Lola and the poor Asti woman she was holding in her other hand behind him, Caesar calmly asked, "What's the matter?" Several bodyguards stopped in front of Caesar, standing stiffly like a few onions pulled out of the ground. They looked at each other, not knowing how to handle this situation.