She would rather have nothing in front of her, but all she can think about is Fang Mo.
"Damn Rakshasa God Trial..."
Bibi Dong cursed from between his fingers, "What bullshit Second Trial..."
After scolding, Bibi Dong suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous.
What's the use of scolding Rakshasa God Trial? The other party didn't name anyone.
It's herself...
The first thing I thought of was Fang Mo.
She couldn't control herself, everything was her own problem.
Bibi Dong rested his forehead on the cold table, feeling the brief wakefulness brought by the cold.
"Calm down... calm down..."
She said to herself in her mind:
"You're just too tired... Just take a rest... Once you have a good rest, these messy thoughts will disappear..."
Bibi Dong is deceiving himself.
And she also knows it.
But she couldn't find any other way except to deceive herself and others.
However, what Bibi Dong didn't know was that she was really right when she scolded Rakshasa God.
When Bibi Dong was lying on the desk, making a final struggle with those uncontrollable thoughts, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
Three strokes, neither light nor heavy.
In the extremely quiet study room, these three knocks on the door were like three thunders, directly hitting Bibi Dong's nerves.
Her body stiffened suddenly.
Like a frightened kitten, all the hair on his body stood up.
She suddenly jumped up from the desk, and the movement was so big that she almost brought the chair over.
Confused.
Extremely confused.
Her hands were busy arranging her appearance.
Bibi Dong first wiped the corners of his eyes to wipe away the tears that had leaked out from nowhere.
Then he quickly smoothed away the loose strands of hair on his temples and tucked them behind his ears again.
Then took a deep breath.
Once is not enough.
Twice, three times...
Bibi Dong began to breathe hard, trying desperately to get his heartbeat back to normal.
And the blush on the cheeks...
There was no time to subside.
Bibi Dong put the back of his hand against his cheek, feeling the temperature on it.
Hot.
It's like having a fever.
She gritted her teeth and pressed her cheeks hard with both hands, trying to use this physical method to lower the temperature on her face.
But the effect was minimal.
"Damn..."
Bibi Dong cursed in his heart.
Then she closed her eyes.
It took three seconds to force myself into Pope mode.
Indifference, alienation.
High and above.
Inviolable.
This was the mask she had maintained for twenty years, and now she put it on again.
Her heartbeat was still beating terribly fast, but she looked the same on the outside.
Bibi Dong opened his eyes, turned his gaze to the door, cleared his throat, and regained his former coldness and calmness.
"Come in!"
She only said one word, concisely and forcefully, without any unnecessary emotion.
It was exactly the same as her usual tone.
Bibi Dong would like to take a look.
It's already so late now, who wants to bother her?
If the other party didn't have anything important to report, she would give it to the other party to take a look.
If you only listened to the voice, you would never guess that the owner of the voice was having a thunderous heartbeat and flushed cheeks.
The door to the study room was slowly pushed open, and a figure appeared at the door.
The person who came had slightly messy black hair and a hint of curiosity and caution.
He was holding a tray in his hand, with a pot of tea and a plate of snacks on it.
The person coming is none other than Fang Mo.
"Dong'er? Are you sure the teacher hasn't been feeling well these days?"
Fang Mo asked in his heart.
"I told you, don't call me Dong'er!"
Fang Mo's voice was a little proud.
"What does it matter? You are my teacher now. It wouldn't feel good if I still call you by your first name."
Dong'er sneered.
"Haha, it doesn't feel very good. The name Dong'er seems even worse, doesn't it?"
Fang Mo explained calmly:
"Why don't we call you Dong'er? Why can't we call you Remnant Soul, or the loser?"
"Or... should I call you Xiao Dong? This name is not as nice as Dong'er."
Spirit Dong'er is tired.
They have been struggling with this title for a long time. Dong'er is too lazy to pay attention to Fang Mo now. He can call him whatever he likes.
The reason why Fang Mo came here tonight is because Dong'er reminded him.
Dong'er said:
Bibi Dong's condition seems not to be very good and he has been trapped in the study for a long time.
Maybe it was because the meeting between the two made Bibi Dong feel uncomfortable.
Therefore, after listening to Dong'er's suggestion, Fang Mo asked the kitchen to prepare some things and brought them to teacher Bibi Dong tonight.
Little did they know, Dong'er was executing the plan with Rakshasa God, and Fang Mo walked in without any precautions.
When Fang Mo opened the door and walked in.
Bibi Dong's pupils shrank slightly.
She finally suppressed her anger, and those feelings of rapid heartbeat came back to her at the moment she saw Fang Mo.
She spent three days desperately suppressing those thoughts, using up all her rationality to deny them, and scolding herself countless times in her heart.
Those uncontrollable feelings made her almost collapse, feeling both shameful and painful.
The moment I saw Fang Mo.
All are back.
Bibi Dong On her fair cheeks, the blush that had been suppressed with great difficulty has now resurfaced, even more obvious than before.
Fortunately, the light in the study room is not too bright.
And she happened to be sitting behind the desk, with some distance between her and Fang Mo.
And Fang Mo's attention doesn't seem to be on his face right now.
Otherwise...
Bibi Dong can't even imagine it.
What will happen if Fang Mo sees me like this now?
"Teacher."
Fang Mo walked in with a tray in his hand, his voice carrying a unique clearness.
"I saw that the light in your study was still on, so I asked the kitchen to prepare some for you."
Fang Mo said as he walked to the desk and gently placed the tray on the table.
He raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong, with concern in his black pupils.
He looked straight at Bibi Dong's face, and Bibi Dong's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.
She felt a buzzing in her ears.
An electric current-like feeling spreads from the bottom of the spine and goes straight to the Tianling Cap.
Bibi Dong subconsciously looked away.
She didn't dare to look at Fang Mo. She was afraid that once she looked into his eyes, she would lose control of her emotions after she finally suppressed them.
"Put it there."
Bibi Dong's voice is still cold.
If you listen carefully, you will find that there is an extremely weak, almost imperceptible tremor in that cold voice.
Fang Mo After placing the teapot and snacks, he did not choose to leave immediately.
He stood in front of the desk, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Bibi Dong's face.
He asked with a worried tone:
"Teacher, are you too tired recently? Your face doesn't look good."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat, her disciple Fang Mo was caring about her.
The moment this thought emerged, Bibi Dong felt his face getting even hotter.
"I'm fine."
Bibi Dong answered very quickly, and his tone was a bit colder than before.
That's not true hardness.
That's covering up.
But Fang Mo didn't notice this.