Ye Qifeng rose from the bed.
He glanced out through the floor-to-ceiling window.
The blazing sun hung in the distant sky at a forty-five-degree angle above the ground.
It was already well past morning.
His gaze shifted to the quilt on the bed. Bibi Dong's graceful figure was no longer beneath it, leaving behind only wisps of her distinctive fragrance.
She had gone to the Pope Palace to handle official affairs.
Although, as usual, she still slipped into Ye Qifeng's bed at night and held him as she slept.
For some reason, however, Bibi Dong had seemed much more reserved lately. Even her nightwear was no longer quite so sheer.
When she got up in the mornings, she had even begun to feel shy, no longer as uninhibited and self-assured as before.
Whenever her beautiful eyes occasionally fell upon Ye Qifeng, they would inadvertently reveal a strange glimmer, and she would blush for no reason at all.
With his keen senses, Ye Qifeng quickly noticed Bibi Dong's unusual behavior.
It seemed to have started on some morning not long ago.
What was wrong with her?
Ye Qifeng pondered it for a long time but still could not figure it out. Shaking his head, he simply stopped thinking about it.
Bibi Dong left early and returned late every day, busy as a spinning top, like a diligent 007 worker.
In any case, Ye Qifeng knew he could not do that.
He only wanted to live as comfortably as possible. If he could lie flat, that would be best. He did not want to exhaust himself so much.
Such a hardworking female Pope was simply too competent. There was probably no previous Pope who could compare to her.
Ye Qifeng truly admired and respected her, and he also felt a little heartache