Oh, My Little Silly

Lin Xia's face flushed slightly at the direct teasing and intimate approach, but deep within her soul, belonging to an adult from her previous life, a strange sense of emotion arose.

Having lived two lives, this was indeed the first time he had so unscrupulously used the advantages of being a child—his innocent smile, clear and bewildered eyes, and even that perfectly timed dependence were simply an invincible "nuclear weapon."

Some things that seem slick or malicious when done by adults, when done by a delicate and beautiful child, simply appear adorable and genuine.

'This is amazing! This is definitely a perk for transmigrators!'

Lin Xia inwardly grumbled, but immediately put on a righteous expression, puffing out her small chest and speaking in a clear but slightly aggrieved voice.

"Master! Please don't wrong me! I'm doing this all for the greater good of our Spirit Hall!"

"Look, Dugu Yan has been successfully 'recruited' into our guide, hasn't she? I call this... um... strategic charm export!"

Seeing her disciple's exaggerated act of sacrificing himself for the greater good, Bibi Dong was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That smile was like the warm sun after the ice and snow melted, bright and beautiful, instantly diluting the Pope's majesty and leaving only pure joy.

Bibi Dong stretched out her finger and gently tapped Lin Xia's smooth, full forehead with a doting touch.

"You, your little mouth is getting better and better at talking."

Bibi Dong scolded playfully, her eyes brimming with laughter.

However, just as Lin Xia thought the matter was over and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he keenly noticed a sudden change in the light in Bibi Dong's eyes.

The smile didn't disappear; instead, it settled and transformed into a deeper, more... playful emotion, like a cat that has discovered a new toy.

Bibi Dong's gaze slowly swept over Lin Xia, and the smile on her lips became even more meaningful.

"Xiao Xia..."

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly became soft and gentle, with a persuasive tone, as if she were discussing something extremely important and interesting.

"Look, everyone's gone now, it's so quiet all around..."

Alarm bells rang in Lin Xia's mind!

That familiar tone!

That familiar opening line!

Instinctively, she tried to break free from Bibi Dong's embrace, like a frightened rabbit trying to escape her clutches.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Bibi Dong's arm, which appeared slender and boneless but actually contained the terrifying power of Titled Douluo, instantly wrapped around Lin Xia's wrist like the most nimble vine.

With a slight effort, Lin Xia's feeble struggles were easily neutralized, and she was pulled back to Bibi Dong's chest by an irresistible force, pressed tightly against her.

Why are you running?

Bibi Dong lowered her head, bringing her stunningly beautiful face very close. A thin layer of moisture instantly welled up in her purple eyes, which were enough to make the stars pale in comparison.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, her red lips were pursed in grievance, and her brows were furrowed. The domineering Pope had looked down on the world when facing Dugu Yan had vanished without a trace, leaving only a "poor mother" who seemed to have her wishes about to be dashed and was pleading cautiously.

Bibi Dong's voice was low, with a barely Frisk, just-right sob, striking the Limber corner of Lin Xia's heart.

"Xiao Xia, what you promised your master before... were you all lying to me? You said... you would help your master make up for a little bit of his regrets... have you forgotten? Just once... just wear it for your master to see in private... okay?"

That look in his eyes!

That tone!

That tearful expression!

It was practically a replica of that "ultimate killing move" that precisely hit Lin Xia's weak spot back in the children's clothing store!

Lin Xia felt as if her very soul was wailing.

He knew perfectly well that Bibi Dong was "acting"!

But... this acting is just too good!

The deep-seated regret he felt for Qian Renxue was real, and it was being perfectly exploited to create an emotional "kidnapping" that he simply couldn't refuse.

"Master... Master..."

Lin Xia's throat was a little dry. She tried to make a last-ditch effort, but seeing the glistening tears welling up in Bibi Dong's eyes, all the words of refusal stuck in her throat.

Lin Xia closed her eyes resignedly, letting out a long sigh filled with blood, tears, and humiliation, her voice barely audible.

"I... I understand..."

After saying that, Lin Xia, like a hedgehog with all its quills plucked, drooped his head and dragged his heavy steps toward his private room inside the house.

His desolate figure, brimming with the tragic grandeur of "The Xiao Xiao and the Yi River is cold."

Inside the study, Lin Xia stared at the pile of pink, sparkly dresses adorned with lace and tulle, taken from her Storage Soul Tool, and remained petrified for several minutes.

Each piece was as exquisite as a work of art, yet also like a public executioner's instrument of his "masculinity."

Lin Xia took a deep breath, with a resolute air as if she were heading to her execution, and began clumsily putting on the clothes.

The fabric was excessively Limber, creating an unusual sensation against the skin.

The intricate ties and tiny buttons were Nightmare for Lin Xia, who was used to wearing simple and neat menswear.

Sweating profusely, he finally managed to slip on a light purple tulle dress, but it was crooked and uneven. The back ties were tied in a haphazard knot, the lace trim in the front was all crumpled and bunched up, and the hem was pulled unevenly, making it look like a doll that had just been snatched and tormented by some naughty child.

Looking at the incongruous, flushed, and indignant "self" in the bronze mirror, I just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

After what felt like an eternity inside, the door was finally gently pushed open a crack.

Lin Xia lowered her head and used all her strength to move her feet. In an awkward posture, almost as if she were moving her hands and feet at the same time, she slowly "scrambled" into the courtyard and stood in front of Bibi Dong of fragrant tea.

The golden light of the setting sun shone on him, making his rumpled, wrinkled tutu look even more appalling.

Lin Xia's face flushed bright red, all the way to the tips of his ears. He stared intently at his toes, as if flowers could bloom there, and dared not look at Bibi Dong's expression.

"Puff..."

An barely suppressed laugh still came from above.

Then came a voice filled with laughter, so gentle it could drown you in tenderness.

"Oh, my silly boy."

Lin Xia felt a faint, fragrant shadow descend upon her.

Bibi Dong put down her teacup, stood up gracefully, walked to him, and squatted down, her gaze level with his.

Bibi Dong reached out, but instead of immediately straightening his clothes, she cupped Lin Xia's burning face and forced him to look up.

What came into Lin Xia's view was Bibi Dong's breathtakingly beautiful face, filled with an almost overflowing smile that mixed with doting, mischievousness, and a huge sense of satisfaction from "wish fulfillment."

Those purple eyes were incredibly bright, like they were filled with tiny starlight. There was not a trace of disdain in them, only a pure, almost childlike joy.

"Look at you, what kind of outfit are you wearing?"