Bibi Dong Realized Something Was Wrong

What was she thinking?

She was thinking about Fang Mo.

A six-year-old child. An orphan from an orphanage, with no background whatsoever.

He possessed Innate Full Soul Power, had awakened Twin Martial Souls, knew of Whale Rubber's special effects, and knew of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

He had even proposed a cultivation plan that not even she herself could refute.

None of this was normal.

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly.

"Fang Mo..."

She murmured his name under her breath.

Bibi Dong suddenly realized that her understanding of this disciple seemed to be far from sufficient.

She needed to obtain more useful information from Fang Mo.

Not as the Pope, but as his teacher—or in an even closer capacity—and have a proper talk with Fang Mo.

With that thought in mind.

Bibi Dong turned and walked out of her bedchamber, ordering a maid to bring a bowl of medicinal cuisine.

She had already brought him a bowl that evening, but she had not asked him anything.

Now that night had fallen, she decided to go check on Fang Mo again.

Besides, the middle of the night was more suitable for a heart-to-heart talk.

The maid quickly brought the medicinal cuisine.

The warm bowl rested against her palm, giving off a faint medicinal fragrance.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, then pushed open the doors to her bedchamber and stepped into the corridor.

The Pope Palace at night.

It was as quiet as a tomb.

Whenever Pope Bibi Dong passed by, the guards lowered their heads and did not dare make the slightest sound.

Bibi Dong crossed the side corridor, passed the study, and arrived outside Fang Mo's room.

She stood at the door and hesitated for a moment.

Then she raised her hand and knocked three times.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The knocks were very soft.

Bibi Dong waited outside for a while, but there was no response from within for quite some time.

She frowned slightly. Just as she was about to knock again, a rustling sound came from inside.

The door opened from within.

Fang Mo stood in the doorway, dressed in thin sleeping clothes, his hair slightly disheveled. Clearly, her knocking had woken him.

On the bed behind Fang Mo...

Her gaze passed over Fang Mo before her and took in the sight on the large bed.

Qian Renxue was curled up in the middle of the bed, her long golden hair spread across the pillow, the corners of her lips slightly curved as if she were having a beautiful dream.

Qian Renxue's left hand tightly held a translucent hand. It belonged to Spirit Dong'er's soul form.

Dong'er's phantom lay beside Qian Renxue, her dark red eyes closed, her expression peaceful and gentle.

Three people.

Sleeping in the same bed.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly constricted, but her expression quickly returned to calm.

"Teacher?"

Fang Mo spoke very quietly, clearly unwilling to wake the people behind him.

Bibi Dong did not answer.

She lowered her eyes to the medicinal cuisine in her hand, then gently held it out to him.

"Drink it."

Fang Mo froze for a moment.

He had only just drunk some not long ago!

"It will help your recovery."

Bibi Dong's tone was indifferent, revealing no emotion. Clearly, her mind was not on Fang Mo.

Fang Mo nodded and casually accepted the bowl from Bibi Dong. Its warmth traveled up from his palm.

"Thank you, Teacher."

He lowered his head and took a sip. The medicinal cuisine was slightly bitter at first, then sweet, flowing down his throat into his stomach as warmth spread from his abdomen.

Bibi Dong stood in the doorway, her gaze sweeping over the two people on the bed.

Qian Renxue's sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful, her small hand tightly gripping Dong'er's arm as though she were holding the most precious thing in the world.

Though Dong'er's soul form was translucent, her face was identical to Bibi Dong's own.

Two Bibi Dongs.

One stood outside the door as the Pope, while the other lay beside her daughter as a mother.

An indescribable feeling welled up in Bibi Dong's heart.

It was not jealousy.

It was something deeper, tinged with bitterness... an emotion she did not even understand herself.

"Teacher... Teacher?"

Fang Mo's voice pulled her back to reality. Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze and looked at him.

"Mhm."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath.

"Go back to sleep after you finish it." Her voice returned to its coldness. "You still need to rest and recuperate tomorrow."

"Yes, Teacher."

Fang Mo handed the empty bowl back to her, his fingers inadvertently brushing against her hand.

The instant her skin was touched, Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly.

That sensation...

Warm, soft, carrying the unique tenderness of a six-year-old child.

The tips of her ears instantly turned red.

Bibi Dong quickly pulled back her hand and held the empty bowl in her palms, unable to stop herself from lowering her head.

She did not know why she had reacted like that.

It was only a child's hand.

A six-year-old child.

There was nothing between them that needed to be avoided, yet her body had reacted against her will.

It was not disgust.

Of that, she was absolutely certain.

It was completely different from the revulsion that rose from her very bones whenever Qian Xunji touched her.

This reaction was more like...

The instinctive tension of having someone suddenly intrude upon some private domain.

And a trace of something deeply concealed, something beyond words... a racing heartbeat.

Bibi Dong turned and walked toward the corridor.

Her steps were quick, almost as if she were fleeing.

The hem of her nightgown fluttered lightly through the corridor, revealing her slender, fair ankles.

The wall lamps on both sides of the corridor.

At that moment, they cast a dim yellow glow, leaving soft shadows across her profile.

She walked quickly.

When she reached the corner, she abruptly stopped.

Bibi Dong leaned against the wall, one hand pressed to her chest.

Her heart was beating quickly.

So quickly that even she felt it was abnormal.

"What is going on..."

She had intended to learn more useful information, yet she had unexpectedly confirmed something else.

Earlier that evening.

When Fang Mo's finger had touched the back of her hand, the tips of her ears had actually grown warm.

Bibi Dong had thought it was merely an illusion, so she had chosen to leave quickly.

But after confirming it this time, she too realized something was wrong.

After returning to her bedchamber.

Bibi Dong quickly shut the door, placed the empty bowl on the table, then slowly walked over to the bed and sat down.

She lay down.

She closed her eyes.

Her mind was a mess.

Dong'er's words echoed over and over...

"After being tricked by someone, you'd still help them count the money."

"You even considered eloping with him."

And Fang Mo's words...

"Teacher, no matter what you discussed, this disciple will stand by your side."

Along with Qian Renxue's peaceful sleeping face.

Bibi Dong turned over.

Then turned over again.

Then turned over once more.

Yet the image of Fang Mo and the other two sleeping in the same bed remained fixed in her mind.

The bedchamber was large, and the bed was soft, but at that moment, Bibi Dong felt as if she were lying on a hot iron.

She simply could not fall asleep.

Helplessly, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling above.

The crystal lamp had already been extinguished. Only moonlight streamed in through the window, casting patches of light upon the ceiling.

"That little brat Fang Mo..." Bibi Dong murmured softly. "Just how many things has he been hiding from me..."

Moonlight silently spilled into the bedchamber, stretching Bibi Dong's shadow long, long away.

Bibi Dong kept tossing and turning...

Until the sky outside changed from deep black to dark blue, then from dark blue to pale blue.

Bibi Dong still had not fallen asleep.