She murmured to herself, her tone containing mixed emotions of three parts envy, three parts melancholy, and four parts "I don't want to eat this bowl of dog food, but I have to."
Bibi Xi choked.
"Cough cough cough--"
Ling Yuan glanced at him.
"Drink water if you cough."
After saying that, he pushed the tea cup over expressionlessly.
Bibi Xi took the cup and took a sip.
He felt that his coughs just now were all in vain.
Qian Xunji ignored the little interlude on the other side.
He turned to look at Bibi Xi, "When my father agrees, Uncle Bi needs to meet with my father to discuss the specific matters of the marriage."
"Xiao Xi."
"Please go back and bring your uncle and aunt to the Spirit Hall."
While speaking, he quickly winked at Bibi Xi.
Bibi Xi blinked, and after half a second, he understood.
"Am I alone?"
"It's such a long journey, what if we encounter any dangers along the way?"
He paused and looked at Ling Yuan beside him.
"Ling Yuan, how about you go with me?"
Ling Yuan's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.
She slowly turned her head and looked at Bibi Xi.
She's not stupid.
She still doesn't understand his little thoughts?
"Let me go with you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I-I'm not ready yet..."
Bibi Xi wanted to say something else, but a chopstick reached over and put a piece of tofu into his bowl.
"Xiao Xi."
"You bring your parents here then."
"Take good care of them."
Bibi Xi looked down at the white and tender piece of tofu in the bowl.
He was silent for a long time and nodded, "I understand."
After having had enough wine and food, everyone returned to the palace.
"What! You said you didn't just propose, but also that?"
"Yes, yes."
Ling Yuan hugged the pillow and sat on the bed with his feet on the bed.
"In the flower field, in the evening, a man and a woman are alone, making firewood, and the fire crackles at the end!"
Bibi Dong's face suddenly turned red.
"Stop talking."
Ling Yuan grabbed Bibi Dong's hand and leaned forward, his eyes as wide as bells.
"Well, that--what was it like then?"
Bibi Dong: "..."
"Does it hurt?"
"Is it particularly painful? I heard it hurt even the first time."
"Were you nervous at that time? Was he nervous?"
"How long did it last-"
"Ling Yuan!" Bibi Dong covered her mouth, "Why do you ask so carefully?"
Ling Yuan blinked and pulled her hand off.
"I care about you."
"No, you are just curious!"
"Then please satisfy my curiosity."
Ling Yuan hugged the pillow and leaned on Bibi Dong's shoulder, "Look, Bibi Xi and I will want that sooner or later."
"I-I have to be mentally prepared."
"Just tell me."
Bibi Dong hesitated for tens of seconds, then said, "It hurt a little at first."
"Just... very nervous."
"My heartbeat is very fast and I can't think of anything in my mind."
Ling Yuan didn't dare to speak out for fear of interrupting her.
"He kept saying 'Don't be afraid'."
"I said it many times."
"Then what?" Ling Yuan asked softly.
"Then... it won't hurt anymore."
Ling Yuan waited for a long time and found that she had nothing to say.
"Then what?" she said anxiously, "No more?"
"No more." Bibi Dong looked at her and blushed again, "What else do you want to hear?"
"I want to hear..."
Ling Yuan choked for a moment, and couldn't tell what he wanted to hear, "Just, just that... feeling?"
Bibi Dong thought for a while.
"Like... like being in warm water?"
"Then what?"
"Then... it's like flying."
"Fly?"
"Well, it's like when you lift off."
Bibi Dong said, "My heart is hanging, but also very stable. I'm a little scared, but more... happy."
"Feeling good?"
"Well, it just feels so good, my mind is confused."
Ling Yuan raised his head and took a deep breath. Now, he is like a new recruit in Bibi Dong.
Although the theory is better than Bibi Dong.
But in terms of actual combat, Bibi Dong has already left itself far behind.
"Then will he kiss you?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Of course I will."
"How to kiss?"
"Just... kiss like that."
"What kind of kiss?"
Bibi Dong suddenly turned around, held Ling Yuan's face with both hands, and gave her a quick "pop" on her forehead.
"This way."
Ling Yuan covered his forehead and was stunned for three seconds.
"That's it?"
She looked disappointed, "His Holiness the Pope is that it?"
Bibi Dong's face turned red. "Of course it's more than that!"
"What's that like?"
"Just... mouth to mouth..."
"Then what?"
"Then..."
Bibi Dong couldn't speak anymore and buried his face in the quilt, "You will experience it yourself later!"
Ling Yuan looked at the Saintess Hall who was huddled under the quilt and suddenly smiled.
She leaned over and pulled the quilt off Bibi Dong's head.
"So do you like it?"
"I... like it."
Ling Yuan curled up his lips and didn't ask any more questions.
Two people are lying side by side on the bed.
"Saintess-sama."
"Huh?"
"Are you happy today?"
"Happy."
"I've never been so happy."
Ling Yuan turned his head and looked at the gentle smile on her lips.
She suddenly felt that her previous nervousness and fear were no longer so scary.
"Then I should be happy in the future."
Bibi Dong turned to look at her, then reached out and took Ling Yuan's hand that was holding the corner of the quilt.
"Yes."
"I'm a hundred times happier than you can imagine now."
Ling Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then I'll wait."
Three days passed very quickly.
In the past three days, everyone at the Spirit Hall discovered that the Pope and Saintess, apart from dealing with official duties and necessary cultivation time, were like two rice cakes stuck together.
We had breakfast together in the morning, walked in the garden together in the afternoon, and together in the evening... No one saw it, but everyone knew it.
"Your Majesty left early today again." Yue Guan looked at the empty Pope Palace seat and said.
"Well, you must have gotten tired of Saintess again." Gui Mei nodded in agreement.
The two looked at each other.
"Just get used to it." Yue Guan said.
And Bibi Xi set off back to the village early the next morning.
Before leaving, Ling Yuan stood at the door of the Spirit Hall, folding his arms.
"Be careful on the road."
"Hmm."
"Don't walk at night."
"Hmm."
"When you're here, give me... let me know that Saintess Hall is safe."
Bibi Xi looked at her and smiled.
"Okay."
"I'll give it to you."
Ling Yuan's ear tips are red.
"Come on, hurry up, you're really in the way." After saying that, she didn't forget to wave her hand to chase them away.
This afternoon, in the kitchen of the Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong was wearing an apron, standing in front of the chopping board, staring at the two round cakes in front of him, his face full of joy.
I have been busy for a whole day, making everything from beating eggs, kneading dough, baking, spreading butter and decorating with my own hands. Now, it is finally finished!
The two cakes are her carefully crafted products.
Six-inch size, three-layer sandwich, with delicate patterns decorated with cream on the surface and dotted with fruits on the edge.
"Teacher!"
She turned to look at Qian Xunji, who was sitting next to him drinking tea, with bright eyes, "How did I do?"
Qian Xunji put down the tea cup and came over.
He looked down at the cake for a long time.
"Great progress."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong smiled so much that he rolled his eyes.
"Do you think Grand Pontiff will like it?"