Do You Dare Bite People Again?

Zhao Linchuan waved his hand and put away the Azure Light Demon-Slaying Sword, spreading his hands with an innocent look. "Come on, my Miss."

"Can you at least be reasonable?"

"You were the one clinging tightly to my waist the whole time. You never let go from beginning to end."

He stepped closer and looked down at her with a teasing smile. "If anyone took advantage of someone, it was you taking advantage of me."

"By slandering me like this, aren't you tarnishing my innocence out of thin air?"

"You...!" Bibi Dong's face flushed as red as a ripe apple, enraged by his shameless reversal of right and wrong.

Her poor "cushion" had clearly suffered an undeserved disaster, yet this guy actually dared to turn around and accuse her of tarnishing his innocence?!

This was simply outrageous!

She took several deep breaths, forcing down the churning anger and embarrassment inside her.

She decided not to continue dwelling on this humiliating topic, or that bastard might truly anger her into fainting on the spot.

She tried her best to put on a stern face and walked straight over to the small table covered with an elegant tablecloth.

Pulling out a wicker stool, she sat down and deliberately said in a bossy tone, "Hey! You window-climbing midnight thief, didn't you prepare some food?"

"This Miss is starving to death. Hurry up and bring it over!"

"After drinking so much northwest wind along the way, you still aren't full?" Zhao Linchuan deliberately teased as he walked toward the campfire.

Bibi Dong shot him a vicious glare, turned her head away, and ignored him. But the violent rise and fall of her chest and her noticeably heavier breathing thoroughly betrayed how badly she wanted to bite him.

Zhao Linchuan deftly brought over the whole plump sheep from the grill, roasted golden and crisp, its dripping fat sizzling enticingly.

The rich aroma of meat, mingled with the fragrance of spices, rushed toward them.

"Miss, the food you ordered is here." He placed the heavy roast sheep in the center of the table, making it wobble. "Mind giving me a hand and moving some things?"

Bibi Dong swallowed, temporarily tossing her anger to the back of her mind.

She quickly moved the white jade wine jug and cups aside, making room for the fragrant roast sheep.

With food right in front of her, she needed to fill her stomach first before finding the strength to settle the score with him!

Zhao Linchuan also pulled another stool out from beneath the table and sat across from her.

However, after sitting down, he showed no intention of cutting the meat. He merely looked at her leisurely.

Bibi Dong was so hungry that her stomach churned with acid. She stared eagerly at the roast sheep within reach, its enticing aroma constantly tormenting her nerves.

But the poise and pride of Spirit Hall's Saintess kept her from picking up her chopsticks first—what guest ate before the host?

If this guy laughed at her for acting like a starving ghost reincarnated, where would she put her face?

Watching her clearly crave the food desperately while pretending to remain composed, Zhao Linchuan's eyes flashed with amusement. He said slowly, "Good food needs anticipation. The longer you wait, the more delicious it tastes when you finally eat it."

As he spoke, he took a brand-new emerald-green bamboo tube from his Storage Soul Tool and pushed it before Bibi Dong. "Here. There's warm sweet water inside. Drink it first to warm your stomach. It'll be better for your digestion before you eat."

Bibi Dong warily glanced at the bamboo tube, then suspiciously looked at Zhao Linchuan's fingers—several Storage Rings of different designs and lusters were conspicuously worn on them.

She curled her lip and mocked him deliberately. "Hmph, I couldn't tell before, but you really like showing off. You've got so many colorful 'pigeon eggs' hanging from your fingers. Afraid people won't know you're rich?"

"Not at all." Zhao Linchuan casually waggled his fingers. "They're all Spoils of War. The shareholders at the Spirit Arena, after losing until their eyes turned red, 'returned' my gambling money to me."

He picked up the small knife from the table and began slowly carving the lamb leg, his tone carrying a hint of smugness. "Come to think of it, I should thank you. If I hadn't fought you, I wouldn't have made such a huge sum."

Bibi Dong's curiosity was piqued. "How much did you make?"

"Not much." Zhao Linchuan casually sliced off a thin, fat-rich piece of lamb. "Less than nineteen million Gold Soul Coins."

"Nineteen million?!" Bibi Dong slapped the table and nearly jumped to her feet, her voice cracking.

"You made that much, and this is all you're treating me to?!" She pointed at the whole roast sheep, the only "main dish" on the table, feeling deeply insulted.

"Hey, be precise. It was less than nineteen million." Zhao Linchuan corrected her with a grin. "To be exact, eighteen million eight hundred and fifty thousand."

Bibi Dong was so angry at his smug, insufferable expression that her stomach hurt even more. She glared at him through gritted teeth.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the urge to curse and pointed at the new bamboo tube. "This bamboo tube... you really haven't used it?"

"Absolutely not. It's brand-new," Zhao Linchuan answered firmly.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"What would I gain from lying to you?" Zhao Linchuan asked, his gaze open and honest.

"Hmph!" Only then did Bibi Dong pull out the bamboo stopper and tilt her head back, drinking in large gulps.

The warm sweet water slid into her stomach, indeed easing the sour, bloated discomfort there.

Just then, Zhao Linchuan used the tip of his knife to lift a slice of lamb from the best part, roasted fragrant and still steaming, and held it to Bibi Dong's lips. "Come on, have some meat first to line your stomach."

Bibi Dong looked at the slice of meat right before her, then at Zhao Linchuan's smiling face. Her eyes shifted, and a sly, mischievous smile curled across her lips.

She opened her small mouth as though to bite the meat, but just as she was about to touch it, she suddenly sped up, baring her silver teeth as she viciously bit toward Zhao Linchuan's fingers holding the knife handle!

However, Zhao Linchuan reacted faster than she did!

The instant she opened her mouth to bite, his thumb and forefinger holding the knife handle released like lightning. Rather than dodging, he smoothly and precisely slipped them into her slightly open mouth!

His fingertips touched her soft tongue and warm mouth. His thumb and forefinger pressed against the inside of her upper and lower jaws respectively, then steadily spread them apart with irresistible force—

"Ah—mm! Mmph, mmph, T_T! Let... let go, T_T!" Bibi Dong's mouth was forced open into an even wider "O."

Her little tongue was held down, and she could only make muffled whimpers and protests. Glistening saliva uncontrollably ran down along his fingers and the corner of her mouth.

"Do you still dare bite people?" Zhao Linchuan asked leisurely, his fingers steadily maintaining their spread position with perfectly measured force.

He kept her from closing her mouth or breaking free, yet did not hurt her delicate mouth.

"Mmph, I won't! I won't do it again!" Bibi Dong was completely restrained. Her large eyes instantly filled with a thick mist of tears.

Even tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Her muffled plea for mercy carried a heavy nasal tone, making her sound pitiful beyond measure.