The Rakshasa God Was No Poor Bastard

"Who said I wasn't wearing pants?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Ye Tian.

The graceful figure leaning against the Alchemy Furnace slowly straightened. She placed both hands at the hem of her camisole and gently pulled it upward.

"!!!"

Ye Tian's eyes widened instantly as he stared at the sexy purple lace.

The surging blood in his body caught him completely off guard.

"Pfft, cough cough!"

Ye Tian dry-coughed twice and repeatedly waved his hands, signaling Bibi Dong to lower her hem.

"Alright, alright! Teacher..."

"I know you're horny—ah, no! I mean, I know you're wearing pants."

"Heh~"

Bibi Dong's beautiful face flushed crimson. She gave a disdainful laugh before finally lowering her hem.

"I'll forgive your slip of the tongue this time."

"Then thank you, Teacher."

Ye Tian let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at Bibi Dong before him, he glanced at her bare legs before asking, "Since you're wearing pants, Teacher, why did you come looking for me?"

"???"

At these words, a blush spread across Bibi Dong's lovely face. She rolled her eyes at him with a coquettish glare.

"What do you mean by that? I can't come see you just because I'm wearing pants? Or is it that... you want to do something with me?"

As she spoke,

Bibi Dong stepped forward with a catlike gait, swaying her slender, snake-like waist as she slowly approached Ye Tian with seductive eyes.

Her hands had already slipped beneath her hem...

"Damn!"

With a smack, Ye Tian hurriedly grabbed Bibi Dong's hands as she tried to strip.

"Teacher, don't misunderstand."

"I misspoke again. I meant to ask why you came looking for me in the middle of the night."

A dull thud rang out!

Ye Tian's heart could not help but stir.

A thousand people had a thousand faces.