My idea to disassemble and inspect Pandora was met with merciless disdain from all quarters, including the usually obedient Pandora herself, who launched a dissatisfied headbutt attack at me.
I grabbed Pandora's little head as she hurtled toward my belly and, while rubbing her soft cheeks, I laughed and said, "I was just kidding. But seriously, you're ok, right?"
Pandora's cheeks turned slightly red as she shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine."
"Don't worry, don't worry," Sandora, seeing Pandora also showed a shy expression, couldn't help but become playful. She waved off one of my hands and, with each of us on either side, began to rub the cheeks of the soon-to-overload Ice Mountain Loli, "Before you came back, Pandora just ran a self-check. With that girl's performance indicators, she might not need maintenance for another hundred thousand years. As for why she is experiencing such unusual lapses in concentration... Maybe our Little Pandora is finally growing up..."
