Little Jiu held a cup of tea and respectfully offered it to Bibi Dong. Then he gave a deep bow. "This student pays respects to Master's Wife!"
He was exceedingly respectful. He had to curry favor with her properly—otherwise, how would he marry Qian Renxue? How would he inherit Spirit Hall?
Bibi Dong's feelings were complicated. In a daze, she accepted the tea.
Once she had calmed herself, her beautiful eyes turned cold. "He really told you about me?"
"Yes!"
With a solemn expression, Little Jiu said, "Whenever the night grew quiet, Teacher would always sigh deeply and take out your portrait to look at it. When I cultivated late into the night, I often heard Teacher talking in his sleep."
"He said..."
Little Jiu's throat was a little dry at this point. It was all Hu Liena's fault—she had stirred up too much fire in his heart. He picked up the teapot and gulped down its contents.
Bibi Dong raised a brow and snorted coldly. "What did he say?"
Little Jiu hurriedly set down the teapot, his expression earnest. "Teacher said, 'Ah! Dongdong, don't leave, I was wrong! Ah, Dongdong...'"
Before he could finish the second sentence, Bibi Dong kicked him flying onto Hu Liena's bed.
"You little bastard, he never called me that! How dare you lie to me!"
Bibi Dong's face was frosty, and fire blazed in her eyes. With a wave of her hand, she threw a terrifying black spear resembling a spider leg straight at Little Jiu.
Little Jiu looked utterly depressed, his thoughts filled with complaints. You two really don't follow the usual script when you're in love. If Teacher didn't call you Dongdong, was he supposed to call you Bibi?
*Ugh, that's so mushy. How could anyone say it? I'm embarrassed just repeating