How Is It, Miss...

"Ah—!" A short cry tore through the room's silence.

Bibi Dong instantly covered the slightly open collar of her bathrobe, a blush rising to her cheeks as she glared in shock and anger at the figure who had somehow appeared in her room. "You! Why are you here?!"

Zhao Linchuan was leisurely sitting in the armchair by the window, idly playing with an exquisite crystal wineglass in his hand.

At her words, he looked up at her with an innocent expression. "Didn't you tell me to come?"

"B-but... you should've knocked first!" Bibi Dong was overcome with shame and anger, her body beneath the bathrobe tensing slightly. "How did you get in? Without making a sound?"

"There." Zhao Linchuan nodded toward the open window. "I came in through there."

The night breeze drifted gently through the window, stirring the curtains.

"Hmph!" Bibi Dong puffed out her cheeks and muttered, "Little thief!"

"Why exactly did you call me here?" Zhao Linchuan set down the wine jug and looked at her calmly, seemingly completely unconcerned by what she had called him. "If it's nothing, I'm really leaving."

Watching his forthright manner, Bibi Dong bit her lower lip. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Um... take me to that place from yesterday first."

"Once we get there... I'll tell you." Her gaze flickered, carrying a girl's particular shyness and resolve.

"Mm, alright." Zhao Linchuan rose readily. He loosely clenched his right hand, and azure light flashed as the Azure Light Demon-Slaying Sword instantly took shape with a clear hum.

The Sword flew out the window as though it possessed a spirit, hovering in midair. Its blade expanded against the wind, turning in the blink of an eye into a gigantic Sword large enough for two people to stand upon.

"Let's go, my dear Saintess." Zhao Linchuan lightly leaped onto the broad blade first.

Once he had found his footing, he held out his hand to Bibi Dong, a teasing smile at the corner of his lips. "Perfect. I even prepared some late-night snacks for you."

"This time... do you want to stand in front?"

"Or behind?" He deliberately emphasized the word "front," his gaze suggestively sweeping over the chest she was tightly covering.

Bibi Dong's face reddened even more as she remembered yesterday's awkward yet heart-racing threat from the "hidden weapon."

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, for the safety of her impressive "cushioning sponges," she stomped her foot. "In front!"

"And don't use that 'hidden weapon' to poke me again!"

"Ah." Zhao Linchuan sighed in feigned helplessness, though his eyes were full of amusement. "If I didn't use the 'hidden weapon,' wouldn't that be the greatest insult to your peerless beauty?"

"Wouldn't that make me, Zhao... seem a little abnormal?"

"Hmph! I don't care! That's your problem!" Bibi Dong spoke firmly, yet an inexplicable sweetness welled up in her heart, along with a hint of smug pride.

She had absolute confidence in her own charm. If Zhao Linchuan truly had no reaction, that would be the real problem!

She lightly hopped onto the windowsill, extending her fair jade-like hand toward Zhao Linchuan and assuming an elegant posture as she waited for his assistance.

Zhao Linchuan firmly took her hand and, with a slight pull, brought the beauty to stand before him.

The wide hem of her bathrobe fluttered faintly in the night breeze.

"Hm?!" The moment Bibi Dong found her footing, she felt something distinctly wrong behind her—more "aggressive" than yesterday.

She froze at once, her cheeks burning hot. "Y-you... why is your 'hidden weapon' making such a big fuss this time?!"

"Sit tight and hold on, here we go!" Zhao Linchuan gave Bibi Dong no time to react, a wicked smile curling across his lips.

With a thought, the Flying Sword abruptly accelerated, shooting through the air like an arrow loosed from a bow!

"Ah—! Wait! I forgot to change clothes!" The powerful airflow instantly filled her loose bathrobe, making its folds whip and flap loudly!

Bibi Dong cried out. To keep her bathrobe from being completely blown open and exposing her, she could only frantically clutch its collar shut.

Like a startled octopus, she awkwardly and indignantly threw herself backward, pressing tightly into Zhao Linchuan's embrace in search of her only cover and support.

"Zhao Linchuan!"

"You bastard!"

"You're always finding every possible way to take advantage of me!" Bibi Dong's ashamed and angry accusations were scattered through the night wind a thousand meters above the ground.

The howling night wind filled her wide bathrobe. Bibi Dong shrieked all the way, both hands tightly gripping her collar to keep herself from being exposed.

Like a startled little beast, she instinctively curled tightly into Zhao Linchuan's warm embrace.

Feeling his solid chest and powerful heartbeat, she unexpectedly found a trace of reassurance.

Not until the Flying Sword steadily stopped above the familiar cliff from yesterday.

Zhao Linchuan lowered his head and looked at the ostrich-like Bibi Dong in his arms, a teasingly wicked smile forming on his lips. "Saintess, we've arrived. The scenery is excellent. Shouldn't you... crawl out of my arms now?"

"Hmph!" Bibi Dong finally snapped back to her senses, hurriedly releasing him and jumping out of his arms.

With flushed cheeks, she shot him a glare. As she quickly retied the belt of her bathrobe, she forced herself to retort with bravado, "I gave you a chance to take advantage of me, and you're still unhappy about it?"

She stepped onto the solid cliff stone and turned around. Moonlight outlined her exquisite curves. She deliberately pushed out her chest, wearing a faintly provocative smile. "How is it? Is Miss's Soul Power... soft enough?"

Zhao Linchuan put away the Flying Sword, then pretended to stroke his chin as he pondered. "Mm... as far as the feeling goes, it was so-so."

"Just a little too skinny. It poked me."

"What?!" Bibi Dong immediately grew angry, her delicate brows shooting up. "I'm not soft enough, yet you still used that 'hidden weapon' to poke me?! Does that make any sense?!"

"Some places... are indeed quite soft." Zhao Linchuan's gaze swept suggestively over her before his tone shifted, his expression turning serious. "But the rest of you? Your bones are awfully poky."

"Zhao Linchuan! I'll bite you to death!" Bibi Dong was thoroughly enraged by his smug, self-satisfied tone.

Taking advantage of his inattention, she suddenly pounced on him, opened her little mouth, bared her small white teeth, and viciously bit down on Zhao Linchuan's arm!

"Ah! Fuck!" Caught off guard, Zhao Linchuan sucked in a cold breath and cried out in pain. "Are you actually a dog?!"

Yet Bibi Dong was in even greater pain! It felt as though she had bitten down on a piece of refined metal forged a thousand times.

The shock made the roots of her teeth ache, and tears instantly welled in her eyes. "Wahh... my teeth!!"

Covering her mouth, she glared at Zhao Linchuan through teary eyes, her voice carrying a wronged sob. "Are you made of iron?!"

Seeing her pitiful, tearful appearance, Zhao Linchuan was both amused and helpless. "Whether I'm made of iron isn't important. But you... are definitely a dog!"

"So what if I am a dog?!" Bibi Dong was so angry that her chest heaved violently, her light wine red strands of hair drifting slightly with her rage as she made as if to pounce again.

"Come on, come on. Bite me, bite wherever you like!" Zhao Linchuan simply extended his other arm, looking entirely ready to let her have her way.