Having gone to another room, Su Chen suddenly realized a problem.
Were the secrets he had heard tonight a little too big, and too numerous?
Without a doubt, Bibi Dong had practically told him everything about herself, including assassinating the Pope and her plans for the future.
This really was...
Su Chen sighed with a headache.
Sure enough, drunk women were troublesome.
"Hopefully she won't regret it when she wakes up."
The youth shook his head and lay down on the bed.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, in Su Chen's original room.
Long, slightly curled eyelashes trembled gently as His Holiness the Pope slowly opened her eyes.
Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, a trace of confusion flashed through Bibi Dong's wine-red eyes. Then she remembered that she seemed to be in Su Chen's room.
Thinking of what she had done last night, her pretty face flushed slightly.
That had been a little too bold. No matter what, Xiao Chen was still a boy, and he would grow up someday.
But then again...
Bibi Dong seemed to think of something, a pleased smile curving her lips.
"Mm, time to go to the council."
She yawned and reluctantly let go of the blanket saturated with the youth's scent. Stretching lazily, she displayed her perfect figure, enough to stir one's blood and drive one mad, and felt utterly refreshed.
It had been a long time since she had slept so soundly and peacefully. It seemed she ought to come here more often in the future.
His Holiness the Pope chuckled. She casually draped her nightgown over herself, concealing the alluring sight, then hummed an unknown tune as she walked out.
Boom!
The training dummy made from Ironheart Wood instantly shattered beneath the blue light. A spiral crater the size