In the Douluo Bedroom, Just Turned into the Saintess's Chew Toy

As the door gently closed, the atmosphere in the bedroom instantly froze, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Bibi Dong stood where she was. Her usually icy eyes had reddened slightly as she stared fixedly at Nan Feng without saying a word.

Nan Feng's scalp tingled under her gaze. He rubbed his hands guiltily. "Um... I just thought she was too pitiful. She'd never even experienced a hug her whole life, so I came up with this terrible idea..."

"If you're really angry, you can hit me. I promise I won't fight back."

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at him.

She neither hit nor scolded him. Instead, she walked straight to the bed, pulled over the blanket, and lay down, curling herself tightly beneath it with her back to him.

Seeing this, Nan Feng felt even guiltier.

It would have been better if Bibi Dong had flown into a rage and beaten him up. This silent cold treatment was far more deadly.

He did not dare rashly try to persuade her and could only stand beside the bed for a long while like a child who had done something wrong.

Only after confirming that Bibi Dong had no intention of chasing him out with a broom did Nan Feng cautiously extend one finger and gently poke the tightly wrapped lump under the blanket.

"Little Dongdong?"

"Big Sister Dongdong?"

"Sister Dong'er?"

"Saintess Sister? Your Highness the Saintess? Lady Saintess?"

There was no response from beneath the blanket, not even a cold snort.

Nan Feng took a deep breath and, gritting his teeth, followed a gap at the corner of the blanket and wormed his way inside like a slippery cat.

The moment he got under the blanket, Nan Feng froze in the dim light.

He saw Bibi Dong.

The Spirit Hall Saintess, who was lofty and frosty before outsiders, was biting the back of her hand and crying so hard she could barely breathe. Her tears had already soaked a large patch of the Pillow beneath her.

Nan Feng immediately panicked and awkwardly moved closer. "Don't cry... If you're angry, hit me! Hit me however you want. I definitely won't run, and I definitely won't cry out in pain!"

Bibi Dong looked at him with reddened eyes and a face covered in tears, her voice thick with sobs and fury.

"Do you think it's fun to toy with me like this?!"

"A big body pillow? You're really something! Did you teach me that torturous Mental Resonance Cultivation Method just so you could make me mentally exhausted and worn out every day, muddle my mind, and keep me from noticing that there was something strange inside this pillow?!"

"You thought she was pitiful, so you joined forces to fool me for her sake?!"

Bibi Dong stared at him fiercely. "Do you know how much I trusted you... So you could just trample all over that trust without restraint?!"

Seeing her break down, Nan Feng sighed helplessly. He reached out to wipe away her tears, but she stubbornly dodged him.

"How was I toying with you?"

"I put her inside so you could have a pillow every night that made you feel safe, while she could finally get what she wanted and be held by her mother. This was supposed to be the best of both worlds."

"And besides..."

Nan Feng's voice sharpened slightly. "This pillow clearly carried her unique scent. That pale golden Spider Silk only turned that color because it absorbed her Sacred Soul Power! You're an eighty-seventh-ranked Spirit Douluo. How could you not have noticed?"

"You only forced yourself to reject her on a conscious level. But whenever you held her at night, you truly relaxed! Deep down, you don't hate your biological daughter at all. You just loathe Qian Xunji so intensely that you directed that hatred toward her as well!"

"Don't tell me that for this entire month, you never once suspected what this pillow actually was!"

Bibi Dong's eyes reddened as tears spilled out, and she completely lost control as she shouted:

"That's because I thought you made it! Because I trusted you!! That's why I forced myself not to think too much about it!"

"But you lied to me!"

Nan Feng froze.

Looking into Bibi Dong's tear-filled eyes, full of grievance and pain, he suddenly understood.

"So..."

Nan Feng asked cautiously, "You're crying this hard now not because you feel disgusted and angry about holding Qian Renxue... but because I lied to you and took advantage of your trust, and that's why you're so angry?"

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip hard and did not answer. She merely turned her head away stubbornly, eyes red, leaving Nan Feng only her slightly trembling back.

Looking at Bibi Dong's faintly trembling back, Nan Feng let out a breath of relief.

He had truly been worried that Bibi Dong's hatred for Qian Xunji would make her resentment toward Qian Renxue so intense that she could not accept her at all, perhaps even react violently.

But now, it seemed the situation was nowhere near that bad.

Since she was crying this hard simply because she was angry at him and felt deceived by the person she trusted most, it meant that deep down, she could actually accept Qian Renxue.

It was only that she herself still could not cross that psychological barrier.

Nan Feng did not rush to comfort her. Instead, he quietly lay beside her and waited for a while.

Only when Bibi Dong's sobs gradually subsided and her breathing was no longer so hurried did he shamelessly inch closer like a caterpillar.

"I'm sorry."

Nan Feng softened his voice and quietly admitted his mistake. "I really was wrong about this. I shouldn't have lied to you."

As he spoke, he extended his soft, pale little hand toward Bibi Dong's mouth with an expression of fearless resolve.

"If you're still angry, bite me! Bite as hard as you want. One bite should help you calm down."

Bibi Dong turned around. Her deep purple eyes were still misty as she glared viciously at him.

The next second, she opened her mouth without the slightest mercy and bit down on Nan Feng's wrist!

"Holy crap?!"

Nan Feng had thought she was merely putting on a show. Instead, sharp pain instantly shot through his wrist, making him bare his teeth in agony.

"You actually bit me?!"

Hearing his cry, Bibi Dong not only did not let go, but her eyes reddened and she bit down even harder.

"Ow, ow! Easy! Easy!"

Nan Feng truly could not hold it together this time. He rolled around in pain beneath the blanket, crying out repeatedly.

"It's going to break, it's going to break! It's really going to break!"

Bibi Dong seemed determined to vent all the grievance in her heart. She bit down tightly and refused to let go until the warm, metallic taste of blood spread through her mouth. Only then did she suddenly come to her senses and release him as though shocked by electricity.

She stared blankly at Nan Feng's wrist.

A deep ring of teeth marks had been left on his pale skin. The flesh had been completely bitten through, and bright red blood seeped from the wound.

"You bit through it?"

Nan Feng hurriedly pulled his hand back. Looking at the miserable bite mark on his wrist, he sucked in a breath from the pain. "Hiss—did you really have to bite that hard?"

Bibi Dong stared at the blood on his hand, her mind blank. "You... you're not pretending, are you?"

This guy was a genuine rank ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo!

Even without using Soul Power to protect himself, his physical body had been tempered by countless washes of heaven and earth spiritual energy. It should have long since become impervious to blades and weapons.

Even if his body had regressed into that of a child due to the punishment of the Godly Trial, how could she have drawn blood so easily with one bite?

"Pretending? Pretending my ass!"

Nan Feng's eyes twitched from the pain. He held up his wrist indignantly. "This body of mine is in the pure state of a six-year-old child! I don't even have the basic defense of Martial Soul Possession. It's fragile, okay?!"

"Normally, even a slightly hard pinch leaves a red mark. But you went straight for a killing bite?!"

Seeing him grimacing in pain, Bibi Dong's expression became a little awkward, and her voice softened. "Then... couldn't you have used Soul Power to defend yourself?"

"Soul Power defense?" Nan Feng looked at her speechlessly. "Big sister, you were that angry. If I used Soul Power and shattered your teeth, would you still have calmed down?"

"If I didn't genuinely suffer a little and bleed a little to let you vent, could this matter have passed?"

Nan Feng carefully blew on the wound on his wrist, his face full of resentment. "You didn't think I was acting when I screamed that loudly just now, did you? Come on, it really hurt!"

Hearing this, the last trace of grievance and anger in Bibi Dong's heart completely dissipated along with that blood.

Seeing Nan Feng's miserable state, she glared at him irritably.

"You deserved it!"

"Yes, yes, I deserved it. I brought this on myself." Nan Feng seized the opening, moved closer, and blinked at her. "So... are you still angry with me now?"

Bibi Dong said nothing. She merely turned around again and showed him the back of her head.

However, this time, her body was no longer tense, nor did she kick him off the bed again.