By evening, Chen Doudou had finally woken up.
He lay on the soft bed, his mind still groggy. He struggled to open his eyes, and before they could adjust to the light, a pretty face suddenly loomed over him.
A pair of big, sly eyes blinked at him smugly, her lips almost curling up to the heavens.
"Hehe, Doudou, are you convinced now?"
Yu Mengdi leaned against the bedside, her chin resting in her hands. She grinned like a cat that had just gotten away with stealing a fish. "I told you, when we fought before, it was only because I'd let my guard down and failed to dodge. So, do you know how formidable I am now?"
Chen Doudou ignored her and simply turned his head with a blank expression.
His gaze passed over Yu Mengdi and fixed forlornly on Bibi Dong, who was sipping tea elegantly nearby. His eyes seemed to ask:
Aren't you going to explain yourself?
Bibi Dong set down her teacup, a hint of amusement flashing in her violet eyes.
She moved closer to the bed, leaned down, and whispered in Chen Doudou's ear:
"It was just a beating. Do you really have to look at me like that? There's no shame in losing to Xue'er."
Chen Doudou: "..."
No shame?
I got pinned to the ground and knocked out with one hand!
"All right, all right, don't be mad."
Bibi Dong saw his utterly dejected expression and felt much better. She offered the reassurance she'd prepared earlier. "I promise I'll take you to find your third martial soul. No problem. We'll leave tomorrow. How does that sound?"
"Really?!"
Chen Doudou's eyes lit up at once.
Bibi Dong watched how quickly his mood changed, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
This kid had looked