Looking at Dai Yao leaning against the wall, drowsily asleep, Bibi Dong checked her own clothes and found nothing out of place. When she looked at Dai Yao again, a trace of softness appeared in her gaze.
She realized that, in order to take care of her, Dai Yao had been just like her, maintaining the posture of holding her all night without moving.
A ray of light shone into her deathly still heart.
Biting her lip lightly, she reached out with a fair, jade-white hand stained with blood, wanting to smooth Dai Yao's disheveled hair at his temples, only to abruptly discover that Dai Yao's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was about to wake.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her expression instantly returned to its icy look. The hand that had wanted to smooth his hair changed to lightly patting Dai Yao's face as she said coldly:
"It's time to wake up."
Dai Yao opened his eyes, still hazy with sleep. He scratched his head, but the moment he heard Bibi Dong's icy voice, his mind cleared at once. Looking over Bibi Dong, who had once again become cold, aloof, and noble, she was simply a completely different person from the irrational woman of last night.
He breathed a sigh of relief inwardly and said, "You're finally back to normal."
"Are you saying I wasn't normal yesterday?"
Bibi Dong said faintly. However, when she heard that the first thing Dai Yao said after waking was concern for her condition, her mood immediately improved quite a bit—it simply did not show on her face.
"No, no..."
Dai Yao waved his hands repeatedly in denial. After observing Bibi Dong once more, he took a deep breath and asked:
"Are you still going to take the risk today and hunt