"Why did you come here today? Weren't you writing in your room?" Bibi Dong watched Zhao Zilong approach and took the clipped manuscript of "Douluo Continent" from her Soul Tool, handing it to him.
"That's quite a lot!" Bibi Dong said, lightly pointing a finger. The books flew straight toward her.
Zhao Zilong eagerly ran to Bibi Dong's side. His gaze was somewhat heated as he sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
Bibi Dong was somewhat annoyed and softly said, "Zilong, this is the Papal Palace."
"Teacher, you're pregnant too?" Zhao Zilong softly asked, stroking Bibi Dong's slender waist.
"How did you know?" Bibi Dong froze. She had not even had time to tell Zhao Zilong about this, yet he had already noticed. Still, she did not mind, since she had intended to tell him anyway. She gently nodded. "Mm."
Zhao Zilong held Bibi Dong even more gently and said softly, "Let me handle these things. Teacher, read this book, 'Douluo Continent,' first. Once you finish it, you'll understand everything."
"It's so thick. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it in a single day." Bibi Dong looked at the "books" piled on her desk. They were several dozen centimeters high, clearly divided by Zhao Zilong's clips into more than ten smaller volumes.
Zhao Zilong gently kissed Bibi Dong's pretty face. Over the past half year, because of the Rakshasa God's curse, Zhao Zilong and Bibi Dong's relationship had become increasingly close and natural. He teased, "And you call this a lot? I remember the original book had three million characters. Mine probably only has one or two million."
"Since I couldn't remember some unimportant parts, and because of my own emotions, I made some slight changes to the book. But the overall plot