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"A gift?"

Ye Tian looked somewhat puzzled as he gazed at Bibi Dong, seated upright on the Pope's Throne.

Naturally, Bibi Dong in the Pope's Palace was not dressed as seductively as she had been at Wisteria Residence, wearing only a Daoist robe with nothing underneath.

At that moment, Bibi Dong was wrapped in a coronation robe.

Even her proud figure was concealed beneath the voluminous robe.

Her exquisite face was free of makeup and full of majesty.

With a purple-gold crown atop her head and a golden scepter in hand, she appeared even more noble and authoritative.

But who could have imagined it?

That Your Majesty the Pope, so lofty and untouchable...

Would actually kneel before Ye Tian in the dead of night...

Just to beg for something warm.

Though it had only happened once.

Ye Tian still vividly remembered Bibi Dong's clever tongue.

As the Saint of Spirit Hall, Ye Tian rarely visited the Pope's Palace. Naturally, he seldom saw Bibi Dong seated upon the high platform. Seeing her like this once in a while was quite a sight.

Especially that contrast between her dignified appearance before others and her debased state in private.

It gave Ye Tian the urge to drag Bibi Dong down,

And fiercely spank her perky backside!

"That's right, a gift. A gift for self-defense."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly. She did not care about Ye Tian's somewhat dazed gaze and merely beckoned him closer.

As for the disrespect in Ye Tian's eyes,

Bibi Dong cared even less. In fact, she wished he would disrespect her fiercely!

Then she could simply go all the way,

Claim excessive self-defense,

And pair off this stinky boy right on the spot!

"..."

Half-believing and half-doubting, Ye Tian withdrew his gaze and slowly stepped onto the stairs.

Before long,