"Dong'er, you're so beautiful." Bibi Dong let out a soft laugh. In that instant, it was as if a hundred flowers had bloomed, and the room seemed to gain a touch of bright spring sunlight. Lu Yuan's heart stirred, and the words slipped out of his mouth.
"Don't think that saying a few nice things means I'll forgive you so easily." Bibi Dong glanced at Lu Yuan and said blandly.
Yet the slight curve of her lips and the unconcealed smile in her eyes showed that she was actually quite pleased by Lu Yuan's praise.
"It would be best if you didn't forgive me. I hope you never forgive me for the rest of your life, Dong'er. I want to be with you for the rest of my life." Lu Yuan spoke solemnly, his eyes filled with sincere emotion.
"Ah." Hearing this, Bibi Dong sighed softly. "Even though you have that so-called conjecture, there still isn't enough evidence. As long as the relationship between Xue Er and me remains, we can't be openly together. Don't call me Dong'er anymore. It wouldn't be good if someone heard."
"I don't really mind, but I'm afraid it would affect your image."
Caressing Lu Yuan's face, Bibi Dong spoke gently.
"I have an image?" Lu Yuan's face was full of surprise at Bibi Dong's words.
"Xue Er and the others call me shameless, thick-skinned, a bastard, a lecher, a libertine, and all sorts of things every day. This is the first time I've heard someone say I have an image."
Lu Yuan said with a light laugh.
Bibi Dong laughed as well. Then her expression gradually turned serious. Looking at Lu Yuan, she said softly, "Xiao Yuan, I'm serious. Don't call me Dong'er anymore. Just call me Teacher like before."
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