Suddenly, she finally reacted. A flick of Soul Power snuffed out the lights in the room.
She sat up and slowly moved Su Wen in front of her.
Bibi Dong lay beside him and drew him into her arms.
Her long, shapely legs rested across Su Wen's waist.
In the past, she would have simply held him like this as she fell asleep, but tonight it didn't seem to be enough.
"No, I'm his teacher."
"If I cross that line, nothing will ever be the same."
Bibi Dong stopped.
A faint blush spread across her fair face. Her lashes trembled, and her eyes were filled with intense inner turmoil. But when she thought of Ye Yuan'er's shameless behavior, Bibi Dong started moving again.
"I'll just rub against him."
"It shouldn't count."
"Besides, Xiao Wen won't know."
Bibi Dong seemed to have found a perfectly good excuse.
The last trace of guilt vanished.
Bibi Dong breathed softly, but couldn't help trembling. Her gaze gradually grew unfocused.
The room held only the sound of their faint breathing. Bibi Dong kept her movements as quiet as she could, afraid of waking Su Wen.
Teacher Will Make It Up to You in the Future
In the room, after Bibi Dong had finished, her breathing gradually steadied.
Once she had calmed down, apprehension crept into her heart.
Images of Su Wen waking up, disappointed, scolding her, and in pain kept flashing through her mind. For a moment, she could hardly sit still.
Bibi Dong clenched her jade-white hand, her nails nearly digging into her palm.
She looked at Su Wen, still fast asleep, and felt a glimmer of relief.
As long as she didn't tell him,
he wouldn't know. They could pretend nothing had happened. She would still be his teacher, and he would still