The Little Dresses Were Only for Showing Master in Private

Sure enough, Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on those pretty little dresses, her eyes shining with an astonishing brightness.

Without hesitation, Bibi Dong pulled Lin Xia inside.

"This pale yellow puff-sleeved dress, paired with this little straw hat, looks very fresh."

"This light purple tutu with lace trim makes her look like a little princess."

"And this one! A bright red, modernized cheongsam, so festive and adorable!"

"That sky-blue tulle dress is also nice; it makes you look like a little fairy..."

Bibi Dong's fingers, like pointing out soldiers, landed precisely on the little skirts that made Lin Xia's scalp tingle.

"Master!"

Lin Xia finally couldn't hold back any longer. Her voice trembled slightly, her face flushed red, and she pointed at the pretty dresses that were clearly meant for little girls, asking in a terrified voice:

"These... you didn't buy these for me, did you?!"

Upon hearing Bibi Dong stopped selecting something, turned around, and with a matter-of-fact seriousness on her beautiful face, she tilted her head slightly and looked at Lin Xia with her purple eyes that could eclipse the stars, and nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, Xiao Xia. Besides you, who else would be suitable to wear it?"

Boom!

Lin Xia felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind! He seemed to hear the sound of his dignity as a man shattering!

"Master!!!"

Lin Xia instantly bristled, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. Her face turned bright red, and she practically jumped up and down in protest, her voice rising with excitement and shame.

"I'm a boy! A boy! Not a girl! I! Don't! Wear! Skirts!!!"

Lin Xia waved her fist, trying to emphasize her gender and stance.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Should he wear a skirt?

It would be better to let him absorb another piece of 30,000-year-old Whale Rubber!

However, Bibi Dong's reaction to her disciples' fierce protests was completely unexpected by Lin Xia.

Her usually dignified or aloof and stunningly beautiful face suddenly changed expression.

Long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

A thin layer of moisture instantly welled up in those bright purple eyes, as if veiled by a mist of grievance.

Bibi Dong gently pursed her full red lips, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, her face revealing a mixture of disappointment, sadness, and a hint of... cautious pleading.

Bibi Dong spoke softly, in a tone tinged with sadness and almost a murmur:

"But... Xiao Xia... you're so beautiful, like a porcelain doll, more delicate and adorable than many girls. Wouldn't it be a shame if you didn't try out different styles?"

Bibi Dong paused, her voice even lower, carrying a vulnerability that Lin Xia had never heard before, a vulnerability that struck right to the heart.

"And... Xiao Xia... you know... your master... made many mistakes in the past... big mistakes..."

Bibi Dong's gaze seemed to Infiltrator time and space, carrying deep regret and sorrow.

"I missed the most important years of Xue'er's growth... I didn't comb her hair myself when she was little, I didn't choose pretty little dresses for her, I didn't watch her twirl around like a little butterfly in her tutu... I missed all those most ordinary yet most precious moments that belong to a mother..."

A single, glistening teardrop hung perfectly on her thick eyelashes, poised to fall, reflecting a heartbreaking light.

Bibi Dong raised her eyes, looking at Lin Xia with an almost pleading, incredibly sincere gaze, her voice tinged with a barely Frisk sob:

"Now... seeing you... Master... Master just wants... just wants to experience... what it feels like to raise a beautiful daughter... Just... just try it once... okay? Xiao Xia... just consider it... just consider it helping Master make up for a little bit... that regret that can never be made up for... okay?"

These words, like a top-tier Soul Skill, precisely struck the Limber spot in Lin Xia's heart.

Looking at the Pope's tutor, who was usually aloof and unapproachable, now stripped of all his strength, revealing such vulnerability, such deep regret, and such Covet for family, pleading with him in an almost "Charm" manner...

Lin Xia felt like ice being roasted over a fire, instantly... melting away.

All his protests, all his shame, all his declarations of manhood seemed so pale and powerless in the face of those tearful purple eyes.

Lin Xia opened her mouth, as if to say something, but found that her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Looking at the genuine expectation and hidden pain in Bibi Dong's eyes, the complex expression that Qian Renxue occasionally revealed regarding the lack of maternal love flashed through my mind...

In the end, Lin Xia's small shoulders, which had been trying to continue fighting, completely collapsed.

Lin Xia, like a defeated rooster, lowered her head resignedly and let out a long sigh filled with helplessness and sorrow.

"Sigh... okay... alright... Master... Master..."

Lin Xia almost gritted her teeth and pinched her nose, with a feeling of a hero cutting off his own arm, extremely reluctantly and slowly putting those pink, shiny, lace-trimmed little dresses that Bibi Dong had carefully selected into her Storage Soul Tool, one by one.

With each item she received, Lin Xia felt her "masculinity" diminish a little, her face scrunched up as if she had swallowed ten pounds of bitter herbs.

Bibi Dong, standing to the side, watched her disciple's resigned and helpless expression as he put away the little skirts. The fragile, tearful look in her eyes vanished instantly.

The tear that had been hanging on her long eyelashes miraculously disappeared.

Bibi Dong's exquisite lips subtly curved into a captivating smile, a smile brimming with triumph, boundless doting affection, and slyness. Her smile was like the first melting of snow, the blooming of spring flowers—breathtakingly beautiful.

"Hmm, Xiao Xia is such a good girl."

Bibi Dong reached out and gently ruffled Lin Xia's Limber hair, her tone returning to its previous relaxed and cheerful tone, as if the "pitiful" person from just now was not her at all.

"Let's go, there seems to be a nice pastry shop up ahead. The chef will treat you to some freshly baked chestnut cake as a reward."

Lin Xia: "..."

I was internally ranting and raving.

Master, your change of expression is too fast! Also, is it appropriate to use chestnut cake to coax a boy who just had a little skirt Sheer Force stuffed into his mouth?!

However, seeing Bibi Dong's eyes, now Illuminate and full of expectation, Lin Xia could only sigh resignedly, hang her head, and be led by the obviously delighted Bibi Dong, slowly making her way towards the pastry shop that smelled sweet.

The sweet pastry melted in her mouth as Lin Xia chewed, her cheeks puffed out, trying to ignore the psychological trauma caused by the terrifying collection in her Storage Soul Tool.

Bibi Dong watched him eat with relish, his eyes crinkling with delight, as if the cunning Pope had just manipulated his disciple with tears of regret was merely an illusion.

Bibi Dong gently brushed away a crumb from the corner of Lin Xia's mouth with her fingertips, her voice filled with unwavering affection.

"Xiao Xia, don't be sad. I didn't say you had to wear those little skirts in public."

Bibi Dong deliberately lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of coaxing.

"Just wear it privately for your master to see, okay? Come on, ah--one more bite!"