Who says I don't keep my word?

Bibi Dong lifted her little face, flushed red like a drunken sunset. Her amethyst-like eyes shimmered with moisture as she looked at Lin Feng, her gaze full of uncertain anticipation.

After asking, as though trying to bolster her courage, her trembling hand picked up the remaining half glass of iced beer from the table. Tilting back her slender neck, she poured the golden liquid straight down her throat in one gulp, the beer flowing along the graceful line of her jaw.

"Burp~~"

An even louder and longer belch escaped her, carrying the rich scent of malt along with her unique fragrance.

That seemed to completely wash away the last dam holding back her reason.

Bibi Dong's eyes became utterly unfocused.

As if she had made some earth-shattering decision, her face bore an all-or-nothing, almost tragic resolve as she boldly spoke again.

"Tonight... I'll definitely... burp~ give you... a night you'll never forget for the rest of your life."

The instant those words left her mouth, Zhu Zhuyun and Hu Liena's expressions across the table turned incomparably ugly.

They wanted to rush over and tear that shameless, drunken woman off Lin Feng.

Yet they sorrowfully realized that there was nothing they could do.

Whether in status, position, or strength, any resistance from them would seem so powerless and laughable before the Pope of Spirit Hall.

At that moment, Bibi Dong saw no one else in her eyes. There was only Lin Feng.

She clutched Lin Feng's arm tightly, practically hanging off him as she swayed and dragged him toward the second floor of Maple Dye Pavilion.

Her steps were unsteady, yet unwavering.

"Come, come on... I can't... can't wait any longer..."

As she dragged Lin Feng along, she muttered indistinctly, her voice filled with barely restrained urgency and longing.

"You have