Bibi Dong discovered that the bath towel in her hand was... wet.
It was still damp, clearly having just been used. This was her personal bath towel, yet someone else had used it...
Needless to say, the only person it could have been was her disciple, Xiao Feng.
At that thought, Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly, and she felt somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.
After standing there in a daze for a while, she pursed her lips slightly, hung the towel back up, used her Soul Power to evaporate the moisture from her body, changed into the clothes she had prepared, and walked out of the bathroom.
Barefoot, she stood once again beside Ye Qifeng's bed. As she carefully sensed the gentle aura emanating from him, she suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath. The sudden tranquility fascinated her, and she could not help wanting to lose herself in it.
After standing by the bed for a long time, she somehow lay down lightly on it. Closing her eyes, she actually fell asleep just like that.
Without realizing it, Bibi Dong reached out and drew Ye Qifeng into her arms, just as she had when meditating in the Saintess Carriage.
Holding Ye Qifeng seemed to make her sleep even more peacefully.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, a faint fish-belly white appeared along the distant horizon.
Ye Qifeng woke from his dreams and discovered that someone was holding him tightly in their arms. He was instantly dumbfounded.
What was going on? Ye Qifeng turned his head to look. It would have been better if he had not looked, because the moment he did, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
What entered Ye Qifeng's view was an astonishingly full curve.