"If it weren't for her safety, I would rather keep my distance from her for the rest of my life."
Nan Feng cut her off, his tone calm. "But it already happened. That is the truth."
He withdrew his hands and looked calmly at Bibi Dong. "If you truly can't accept it, if you find it disgusting and feel betrayed, then that's simple. From today onward, we'll keep our distance forever. The road is wide; we'll each go our own way. All right?"
Bibi Dong's expression changed abruptly, and she blurted out, "Don't even think about it!"
"Then what exactly do you want?" Nan Feng pressed. "I've already slept with her. I will never deny that, much less erase it. What, are you planning to squeeze in and join the fun too?"
"I don't think you're that magnanimous. You'll only feel disgusted and humiliated, then pick fights and go mad every day. Since either way will make you miserable, why force yourself to stay by my side?"
"Don't tell me that the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, now the Asura God, is still playing some petty little girl's jealous tantrum with me?"
Nan Feng's words backed Bibi Dong to the edge of a cliff. Her eyes reddened, and her entire body trembled. "I won't accept it! Why should I accept it?!"
"Then what do you want?"
Nan Feng stepped closer again, his gaze fixed directly on her pupils. His voice was low and forceful. "You know better than anyone how genuine my feelings for you are."
"If we're talking about who I devoted the most care and effort to, then it was absolutely you. Ask your own conscience—isn't that true?"
"Even Bo Saixi has never received this degree of favoritism and concession from me."
Nan Feng's voice gradually softened, carrying