Gotta Hydrate the Pope! The Angel Rakshasa's Brick-Laying Career Begins!

Lin Feng looked down, his gaze falling on the Rakshasa God, who was clutching his thigh and tilting her head back as she begged bitterly.

That face was Bibi Dong's face.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful. Even with two streams of snot hanging from her nose and humility written all over her face, she was still breathtakingly gorgeous.

Watching that face assume such a posture beneath him, Lin Feng's thoughts drifted for a moment, and an incredibly subtle illusion arose within him.

It was as though the one kneeling before him and begging for mercy was Bibi Dong herself.

But the next second, he shook his head and tossed that absurd thought aside.

What a joke.

The real woman was still unconscious on the large bed upstairs on the second floor.

Last night's academic discussion on the subject of life had been a little too intense.

They had changed battlefields again and again, and by the end, Bibi Dong's voice had become so hoarse that she could only whimper and beg for mercy.

Lin Feng lowered his head and looked at his palm, as if some astonishing sensation still lingered there.

Tsk.

He reckoned she definitely would not have the strength to get up before late morning.

"Hmm... now that I think about it..."

Lin Feng stroked his chin and pondered inwardly.

She had sweated so much.

Her body must have lost a serious amount of water.

After dealing with this bunch of idiots, he needed to hurry up and get two glasses of water upstairs to properly "rehydrate" her.

Otherwise, if she dried up from dehydration, he would be the one suffering the loss.

And soothing her throat was important too. After all, they still had to continue that unfinished lesson tonight.

Just as Lin Feng's mind was churning