"Teacher, I know. I'll be back soon."
Ye Qifeng stood straight before Bibi Dong, letting her straighten his clothes.
Yet his black eyes met Bibi Dong's pale violet ones, fixedly studying her peerlessly beautiful face. His gaze was filled with tenderness, and he only withdrew it after making Bibi Dong blush with embarrassment.
After years of spending every day and night together, sharing a bed and sleeping in each other's arms, the relationship between Ye Qifeng and Bibi Dong had long surpassed that of teacher and disciple—perhaps even surpassed everything else.
It was simply that the two of them had an unspoken understanding. Neither had chosen to break through that fragile layer between them.
Ye Qifeng knew that feelings had to develop naturally and could not be forced. Especially when facing a woman like Bibi Dong, who had once been deeply hurt, going with the flow might be the best choice.
Only by completely melting and warming her icy heart, healing her emotional wounds, and helping her forget the past could he truly win her heart.
It just was not easy.
Bibi Dong herself also had emotional knots. She believed herself to be an imperfect woman, and when facing Ye Qifeng, the disciple she considered incomparably perfect, she had too many reservations and naturally did not dare reveal her feelings openly.
Even though she cared about Ye Qifeng more than anyone else, outwardly, she could only maintain the boundaries of their teacher-disciple relationship.
Of course, this relationship was just a tiny bit more intimate than an ordinary teacher-disciple relationship. Yes, just a tiny, tiny bit.
Ye Qifeng withdrew his gaze and looked beside Bibi Dong.
Standing gracefully at Bibi Dong's left and right were two women of equally peerless beauty, though each possessed a completely different style.
On the left