"Prepare some hot water for me."
Feeling Bibi Dong's cool, silky skin, Ji Wushuang spoke to the two maids.
"Yes—"
The two women answered, relieved as they withdrew.
They had never felt so relaxed before.
The palace doors closed automatically.
The cold wind howled outside, but it could not affect the interior in the slightest.
Ji Wushuang carried Bibi Dong back to the gilded chaise lounge. Seeing that she remained silent, he smiled awkwardly. "Teacher, what's wrong? Say something."
Bibi Dong's red lips remained tightly shut, her violet eyes fixed directly on Ji Wushuang.
The atmosphere in the hall fell into a deadlock.
Ji Wushuang felt his scalp tingle. For a moment, he did not know how to begin. Then, seeing her jade feet still covered in water droplets, he took off his coat and gently dried them for her.
Suddenly, he felt something poking into him beneath his rear. Looking down, he realized it was the treasure sword Bibi Dong had always carried.
Even without being drawn, the sword gave Ji Wushuang an overwhelming sense of pressure, its sharpness impossible to conceal.
Ji Wushuang put away the treasure sword and cautiously glanced at the silent Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong's current state truly worried him.
Sometimes, the calmer the surface of the sea, the more turbulent the waves beneath it!
To put it crudely, barking dogs don't bite!
Though that saying was a little too crude...
Ji Wushuang had prepared a whole barrage of explanations to deal with Bibi Dong, but her silence left him helpless.
A moment later, the maids prepared the hot water. After reporting it, they swiftly retreated again.
Ji Wushuang tentatively asked, "Teacher, it's cold. How about... taking a hot bath first?"
Bibi Dong remained indifferent and silent.
Ji Wushuang sighed inwardly. Looking at Bibi Dong,