My Sister-in-Law is a Servant Here?!

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A faint sound of slippers padding across the floor came from the staircase on the second floor.

The sound was not loud, yet it seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Everyone subconsciously looked toward the sound.

A lazy figure was slowly making her way down the stairs.

She wore a loose silk nightgown, her smooth purple hair slightly tousled as it draped over her shoulders. Her breathtaking face, restored to the peak beauty of eighteen, still carried the flush of someone newly awakened, along with an indescribably alluring charm.

It was Bibi Dong, who had finally recovered enough to get out of bed.

Seeing her like this, quite a few people in the restaurant wore strange expressions.

Qian Renxue especially instinctively covered her eyes, her cheeks growing a little warm.

Mom, you're the Pope of Spirit Hall, at least mind your image!

You may not find it embarrassing, but I, your daughter, do!

Yet as the center of everyone's attention, Bibi Dong completely ignored all the gazes around her.

Her target was perfectly clear.

Within those amethyst-like eyes, from beginning to end, only one figure was reflected.

She walked straight to the bar, then naturally sat in the empty seat beside Lin Feng. Her soft body leaned against him as she affectionately wrapped both arms around his.

Even that did not satisfy her.

Bibi Dong buried her delicate face deep in Lin Feng's chest, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath of the scent that belonged solely to him, brimming with immense life energy.

"Haah~"

Only after taking an epic lungful did she let out an utterly satisfied sigh. With an expression like a cat about to melt, she lazily leaned against Lin Feng's shoulder.

This smooth,