Bibi Dong: You Called Me Dong'er?

"Then listen carefully, little man. I like you!"

Bibi Dong spoke each word clearly, her dignified and noble aura spreading forth, her gaze full of pressure.

Yet the Pope's majesty, which would have been overwhelmingly oppressive to anyone else, had no effect whatsoever on Lu Yuan. On the contrary, this forceful side of Bibi Dong made his eyes shine brighter and brighter.

"Did you hear me clearly?" Bibi Dong lifted her chin, exposing her snow-white, slender swan-like neck, her expression utterly proud.

"I heard you clearly." Lu Yuan nodded.

"Are you satisfied now?" Bibi Dong asked again.

"Very satisfied. I couldn't possibly be more satisfied. This is the Bibi Dong in my heart—the way a generation's female Pope should be."

"Noble and graceful, with an imposing presence. A true cold and regal queen." Lu Yuan smiled.

"What use is that? Does it have even the slightest effect on you, you little bastard?" Seeing that Lu Yuan was completely unaffected, Bibi Dong curled her lips.

"Of course not. If anything, the more you're like this, the more interested I am in you." Lu Yuan laughed.

At his words, Bibi Dong's lips twitched. She truly had no way to deal with such a shameless Lu Yuan.

"Hehe, Teacher, do you know how happy I was when I heard you say you liked me just now? It was a joy that welled up from the depths of my heart."

"Na'er and Senior Sister have both said they liked me before. I was happy then too, but never so happy that my heart trembled. Only you can give me that feeling."

Looking at Bibi Dong, Lu Yuan spoke softly.

"What about Xue Er?" Bibi Dong asked.

"With Xue Er, I was the one who pursued her. I told her I liked her plenty of