Because of the reminder from Dong'er, Fang Mo looked at it more carefully.
He looked at teacher Bibi Dong's face and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Teacher, your face seems a little red, do you have a fever?
Let me help you measure it..."
After saying that, Fang Mo walked up to Bibi Dong, stood on tiptoes and stretched out his hand.
When her hand was about to touch the other person's forehead, her voice suddenly rose by half a tone.
"No need!"
She leaned back suddenly and quickly avoided Fang Mo's outstretched hand.
The movement was so large that even Bibi Dong himself was shocked.
Fang Mo's hand froze in mid-air.
At this time, Fang Mo was a little embarrassed.
He asked frantically in his mind:
"Bibi Dong, didn't you say she wasn't feeling well? Why was there such a big reaction!"
Hearing Fang Mo's question, Dong'er in the Spirit Sea was speechless for a moment.
There is no way she can say that she is thinking of ways to let Fang Mo attack her current self, right?
"This..."
Dong'er hesitated for a while and replied:
"It was precisely because she was feeling unwell that she reacted so violently."
After getting the answer from Dong'er, Fang Mo looked at Bibi Dong with some confusion.
"Old... teacher?"
Bibi Dong realized his gaffe.
She took a deep breath and quickly adjusted her expression.
"I told you, I'm fine."
Her voice returned to its usual coldness, but her tone was softer than before.
"It's just... teacher is a little tired from dealing with official documents. You should go back and rest early and resume your practice tomorrow."
Fang Mo looked at Bibi Dong's face and seemed to want to ask something, but in the end he did not speak.
"Teacher, please go to bed early..."
Fang Mo whispered, "The drink I brewed for you is Calming Tea. You can sleep better after drinking it."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.
Fang Mo's footsteps as she left echoed in the quiet study, step by step, getting further and further away from her.
Bibi Dong sat behind the desk, his eyes following the back figure uncontrollably.
When half of Fang Mo's body crossed the door, Bibi Dong's lips moved slightly.
She wanted to stop Fang Mo.
Want to say something.
But in the end, nothing was said, and the study door was gently closed.
There was a "click" sound.
The sound of the door closing was particularly clear.
Bibi Dong sat stiffly behind the desk, motionless and silent for more than ten seconds.
In the end, she seemed to have had all her strength drained away, and she leaned back on the chair exhausted.
She raised her head and looked at the ceiling.
The warm light of the crystal chandelier slowly fell, illuminating her expression clearly.
crimson cheeks.
Blurred eyes.
Slightly open lips.
Rapid breathing.
And...
In those dark purple phoenix eyes, there was an unconcealable... thrilling.
Bibi Dong closed his eyes.
Fang Mo's face appeared in her mind again, and this time she stopped trying to expel it.
Because she knew that Fang Mo could no longer be driven away, and would never be driven away.
A bitter arc appeared at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth:
"Fang Mo soaked Calming Tea..."
She whispered in a low voice, so low that only she could hear it.
"You are very considerate..."
Bibi Dong picked up the pot of tea.
The tea is still warm.
Bibi Dong poured himself a glass, brought it to his lips and smelled it gently.
The fragrance of tea is light and delicate, with a unique concentration of calming grass.
Bibi Dong took a sip lightly.
The warm tea slid down the throat, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Bibi Dong After drinking three glasses in a row, the agitation in his body actually eased a lot.
Bibi Dong slowly put down the teacup and his eyes fell on the plate of snacks on the table.
Fang Mo brought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Bibi Dong stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake for a long time.
At this time, Bibi Dong was a little confused.
Osmanthus cakes are all made in the kitchen, why does the one brought by Fang Mo seem more appetizing?
Bibi Dong picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, put it to his mouth and took a small bite.
The fragrance of osmanthus and the sweetness of honey.
Melts in your mouth.
Very delicious.
Bibi Dong was sitting behind the desk, quietly eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake and drinking Calming Tea.
The study is very quiet.
When she finished the last piece of osmanthus cake, she looked at the empty tea cup in front of her.
Her slender fingers slowly slid along the edge of the cup, her movements were light and gentle.
She whispered something.
"Rakshasa God Trial Second Trial, open your heart and accept someone of the opposite sex..."
After saying this.
The face of Fang Mo appeared clearly in her mind again.
This time, she didn't scold herself.
She did not deny it, nor did she try to drive the figure away.
She just sat there quietly, looking at the contents of the tray without saying a word.
A long time.
Bibi Dong stood up.
She walked to the window and opened it.
The night wind rushed in from the window.
With the coolness of Sisi, it gently blew on her hot cheeks.
Bibi Dong slowly closed his eyes and carefully felt every coolness.
The image of Fang Mo was still in her mind, but she no longer struggled.
Not because she gave up.
It's because she is too tired.
It's been three days.
Three whole days.
She fought with herself for three days.
She lost.
Completely lost.
The moonlight is like water.
The brilliance poured on the roof of the Pope Palace, shrouding everything in a silver-white halo.
"Fang Mo..."
Her lips moved silently.
There is no sound, only the shape of the mouth.
Finally, Bibi Dong closed the window, turned around and walked back to the desk.
She sat down, picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and then started to read the official document.
This time.
Her heart was calmer than before, not because those thoughts disappeared.
It's because she accepted the other person's existence, just like she accepted Rakshasa God Trial.
Since she couldn't refuse or escape, she might as well face it directly.
Bibi Dong was thinking in his heart while looking at the official document.
"Rakshasa God... What exactly is this God Trial exam..."
Bibi Dong shifted his attention back, and the pen tip made a slight rustling sound when it landed on the paper.
The night is getting darker.
The light in the study room is still on.
In the corridor outside the Pope Palace, Fang Mo was walking toward the room under the moonlight.
After being reminded by Dong'er, Fang Mo discovered that something was indeed wrong with Bibi Dong.
He didn't know what happened in the study, but Bibi Dong's attitude was obviously cooler.
When Fang Mo asked Spirit Dong'er about it, he found that the other party was unwilling to say anything.
The depths of Sea of Consciousness.
When Fang Mo completely fell into sleep, Dong'er's soul body finally moved.
Her expression is extremely complicated.
Coldness, shame, anger, and a hint of... unspeakable embarrassment.
The will of Rakshasa God not only descended on the Spirit Sea of Bibi Dong, but also descended on the Spirit Sea of Dong'er.
Two wills.
One after another.
Arriving almost at the same time.
Bibi Dong received the content of God Trial, while Dong'er received an instruction.
The content of this instruction is very simple.
As the Mortal Realm executor of Rakshasa God, she has the obligation to help Fang Mo conquer Bibi Dong.
Help Fang Mo conquer your current self and let your current self open up to Fang Mo.
It is precisely for this reason.
Only Dong'er would show a trace of extremely rare embarrassment. How could she tell Fang Mo such a thing?
Could it be said, "Hey, Fang Mo, Rakshasa God, let me help you conquer your teacher."
This sentence...
How could she possibly say it!