Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 142 The relationship with the junior seems to be on the verge of collapse.
"Don't worry, Ita, you don't need to feel lost or afraid. I will always be with you. No matter what happens in the future, I will face it with you."

Caesar, with a hand on Ithaca's shoulder, spoke these words with an air of righteous indignation.

He knew that Ita was currently in a period of confusion regarding himself, his race, and the future. Anyone in a high position would have this problem, let alone Ita, the last of the dragons.
At this moment, she definitely needs guidance from a mature adult like him, and he had already prepared these words of encouragement. He believed that with his encouragement and guidance, Ita would definitely cheer up.

Educating his close friend's great-granddaughter was his duty.

He was satisfied with his speech and the attitude he should have shown, and thought it was very professional.

Tsk tsk, I'm quite the qualified elder.

Ita looked at Caesar, who had an upright expression, pursed her lips, and lowered her head.

As expected, Caesar still won't attack me.
She even chose the most alluring nightgown.
Although at her current age, she is somewhat out of her depth to pull off this nightgown.

Ita was somewhat frustrated; perhaps Caesar truly had no other feelings.

This made her feel extremely guilty for harboring impure thoughts about Caesar.

“Ita, if you have anything weighing on your mind that's bothering you, you can confide in me,” Caesar said, patting his chest.

Ita raised her eyes, then quickly lowered them again.

"Really, anything is okay?"

“Of course,” Caesar said righteously.

"That's it."

Separated in an instant.

Caesar was stunned.

Even if he's stupid, he knows what this means.

His eyes reflected Ita's blushing face. Little Dragon seemed to realize what he had done, and for a moment panicked and at a loss, but ultimately succumbed to his overwhelming shame.

I can no longer stay here.

"I'm going back to my room. Goodnight, Caesar, go to sleep!"

She sprang to her feet, covered her face, and ran out, but in her panic, she didn't even look where she was going and ended up bumping her head into the door frame.
With a dull thud as his head hit the door frame, accompanied by a groan of pain, Xiaolong fell to the floor with a thud, clutching his aching head and whimpering.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

"What is this guy doing?"

Caesar was speechless. He got up, went over, and helped her up.

"You're really stubborn!"

Caesar looked at the two dents on the door frame caused by the Italosaurus's horns and said.

Xiaolong covered his head and looked up at him with teary eyes, his gaze filled with a sense of fear and unease as if he had done something wrong.

"I...I forgot to watch where I was going. Oh, Caesar...that was..."

She was already incoherent; the things she did in her dizziness and confusion just now were definitely inexplicable.

This is truly embarrassing! The image of myself as pure, obedient, strong, and self-respecting in Caesar's eyes is about to collapse!

She covered her head, unable to utter a single word.

She knew it was foolish of her to rush into things, but the sight of Caesar's painstaking efforts to treat her tonight, coupled with the indescribable atmosphere, finally made her emotions burst forth.

But no matter what, it was still too foolish. To do such a thing in my current position is utterly shameless.

"Caesar will definitely hate me," Ita thought sadly.

Caesar looked at Ita with a complicated expression, and finally just sighed.

He reached out and rubbed the spot on her head where she had bumped it.

"Why were you in such a hurry to run? You only hurt yourself if you crashed," he said helplessly.

“That was…me.” Ita didn’t know what to say, she just lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong, her hands twisting together in front of her.

Caesar gazed out the window, and the atmosphere in the room remained silent.

Finally, Caesar couldn't help but speak up:

You're still too young.

Ita felt a surge of warmth in her heart, looked up, and saw Caesar gazing out the window, his face flushed and hot.

"Is Caesar shy?"

It was as if a happy balloon was swelling inside her, and she couldn't help but say:
"What if I grow up a bit?"

Caesar glanced at her, then reached out and pinched her cheek.

"You're still a long way from growing up! You're so young and already having such wild imaginations, who taught you that!"

“Oh, I was wrong, Caesar,” Ita cried out hastily.

"Tsk." Caesar released her and turned away.

"You can think about growing up when you're older. This isn't the time for you to be thinking about these things."

Ita rubbed her cheek, which had been pinched so hard, and blinked as she looked at Caesar.

"Caesar... saying things like that while he's blushing."

Her lips couldn't help but curl into a happy smile.

“Then I will listen to Caesar. We can do these things when we are older.”

Caesar turned his head and glanced at her, whispering:
"It's good to know."

"hey-hey."

Ita felt as if she had suddenly gained clarity in her mind, and she felt relaxed and happy.

In contrast to her, Caesar's mood suddenly became heavy.

But Ita certainly didn't know any of this, so she leaned closer and, taking advantage of the situation, said:

"Caesar, shall we sleep together tonight?"

Caesar frowned as he looked at her, his eyes like those of a parent hearing their child say they were going out to have sex.

"Well, it's just sleeping, just like we used to," Ita quickly explained.

Caesar sighed and said, "Go and change your clothes first."

Ita then noticed that one strap of her alluring slip dress had slipped down, revealing a glimpse of her skin.

"She's flashed again."

Ita blushed and quickly pulled up.
"Well, I'll go change my clothes first. Caesar, you wait for me."

As Ita spoke, he hurriedly ran out, his dragon tail swishing happily.

Caesar covered his face as he watched Ita run away.

Gee.
It seems that the kind of patient and nurturing relationship I've always imagined with the younger generation is starting to crumble.
Ita returned to her bedroom in a good mood, where her personal butler, Delina, was still preparing her clothes for the next day.

"Master, are you ready to rest?" she asked.

Would you like me to make you a cup of tea or heat up a glass of milk?

“Delina, you don’t need to worry about me tonight.” Ita waved to her. “Caesar wants me to sleep in his room tonight, so I’ll just come back to change my clothes.”

As she spoke, she walked to the wardrobe, rummaged through it and found a rather ordinary short-sleeved nightgown. She picked it up, thought about it for a moment, and then put it back. Next, she found a fluffy, rather cute nightgown and held it up in front of her.

Delina gazed at the tail swishing behind her and couldn't help but ask:

"Master, you seem to be in a good mood tonight?"

"Hmph." Ita forgot all about maintaining his patriarchal authority and proudly tossed his hair around.

"Delina, don't you think I've matured a lot tonight?"

As she spoke, she even puffed out her chest in a mock manner.

Delina's gaze swept over the almost flat chest.

"I think so," she said uncertainly.

“Sigh,” Ita shook her head in disappointment, “Forget it, it’s too difficult for you, Delina, to understand this change, especially since you’re still single.”

"What do you think is the reason I haven't had time to go on blind dates?"

Delina thought to herself, her face expressionless.

Ita found a nightgown she liked, took off the one she was wearing, thought for a moment, then took off her underwear as well, and then chose a black and white tie-up pair of underwear.

Delina looked at her, seemed to realize something, and couldn't help but call out:
"Master of the house."

"Ok?"

"Zhuo Ai is still too early for you,"

Ita almost couldn't catch her breath; she hadn't expected that Delina would actually say that word.

"You, you, you, who told you to say that word!" Itaton shouted, his face flushed.

“Patriarch, you just said you’ve become more mature,” said Dalina.

"That's what I am"

Ita choked up, feeling a sense of frustration that her casual remarks had become reality.

"No, I know what I'm doing," Ita coughed.
"Right now, I'm a well-behaved Ita in front of Caesar. All that nonsense can wait until I grow up!"

(End of this chapter)