His Holiness the Pope approached lazily, stretching her nearly perfect body. Her skin, so fair it seemed to reflect light, appeared and disappeared through the mist, droplets flowing down her graceful curves, leaving everything—whether it should be seen or not—completely exposed before Su Chen.
"What is it, little one?"
Her wine-red eyes held an amused gleam as she looked at Su Chen, whose entire body had gone stiff.
"Are you shy?"
The silver-haired boy's mind went blank. Across three lifetimes, this was the first time he had witnessed such a blood-pumping scene—especially when it involved a beauty at the very pinnacle of the continent like Bibi Dong.
"You..."
His dry lips moved slightly. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and formed a hand seal.
Smoke rose, and the boy's figure vanished with it.
"Honestly. I'm not even embarrassed, so what are you embarrassed about? You're just a six-year-old brat."
His Holiness the Pope lounged against the edge of the hot spring, one jade-like arm resting across it. Her pink-gradient hair cascaded down like a waterfall, concealing a hint of spring scenery.
A gentle smile rested on her face as she watched the boy's departing back, yet an imperceptible flash of tension and pain passed through her wine-red eyes.
Naturally, the boy heard those words after returning to his room, and he gave a helpless bitter smile.
If he truly were a six-year-old child, that would be one thing. But there was an adult soul inside this body.
"All right, don't be angry."
Perhaps realizing the boy was displeased, Bibi Dong had already put on the white one-piece nightgown she usually wore when she entered again.
Though it still revealed her exquisite collarbones, a large expanse of smooth fair skin, and her long, straight legs, compared to what had