Was Bibi Dong really saying this because her skin had worsened after acting as Pope for a few days?
Obviously not.
Bibi Dong's resentful words had no other purpose than to get a little emotional validation from Pei An.
Pei An understood perfectly.
He reached out and gently scraped the bridge of Bibi Dong's delicate, pert nose. "Dong'er, you've worked hard."
With that simple sentence, Bibi Dong already felt deeply satisfied.
Yet her girlish heart stirred. She puffed out her cheeks slightly, pursed her red lips, and shook her head, her voice soft and sticky:
"Not enough~"
Pei An froze slightly.
Seeing the expectant look in Bibi Dong's eyes, Pei An suddenly realized something.
He had known Bibi Dong for nearly twenty years.
His impression of the woman before him had gradually changed from keeping his distance out of respect for the Original Work.
They had become ordinary friends, then Senior Sister-Junior Brother with a close relationship.
What exactly was his relationship with Bibi Dong?
The outside world had always assumed they were a couple, but both of them knew very well that they were not.
They were simply more than friends, but less than lovers.
For all these years, their relationship had more or less remained like this, with no progress at all.
Bibi Dong had actually been proactive enough, but as a girl, she could not possibly throw herself at him.
Seeing that their relationship had shown no progress for years while Tang Yuehua, who had come later, was faintly showing signs of catching up, she had no choice but to complain to herself:
"A'an really is a block of wood!"
Perhaps this relationship could go a step further...
After nearly twenty years together, Pei An already understood Bibi Dong very well.
She was not the madwoman from