There was silence outside for a while before Bibi Dong's relieved voice came through. "That's good..."
Her footsteps receded. She had probably gone back.
Only then did Qian Xunji step into the bath, leaning against the edge.
A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into his head: If... he took a sip of this bathwater, what would it taste like?
The moment the thought surfaced, he violently shook his head and fiercely despised himself. "Qian Xunji, Qian Xunji, you're the Pope now."
"How could the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall have such a sleazy thought?"
"But..."
He stared at the water's surface, his Adam's apple bobbing.
I really want to try it...
No! Hold back! You're the Pope! Have some class!
After an intense internal struggle, Qian Xunji finally forced himself to abandon the thought.
He took a deep breath and submerged himself completely. His exhaustion gradually faded, leaving only comfort and excitement.
Because tonight, he could sleep with Dong'er again.
He quickly finished washing, rose from the pool, and put on a loose set of sleepwear.
When he returned to the room in his robe, the sight before him made him pause.
The candlelight was warmly golden, and Bibi Dong sat sideways on the edge of the bed.
She had changed into a light purple silk nightgown. Its hem stopped above her knees, revealing a stretch of fair, slender calves.
Most eye-catching of all, those long legs were covered in a layer of stockings as thin as cicada wings.
The stockings gleamed delicately beneath the candlelight, tightly wrapping the curves of her legs from her ankles all the way to her thighs, appearing and disappearing beneath the hem of her nightgown.
Hearing his footsteps, she looked up. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, and her cheeks reddened at a visible