At night, by the window in the room, Mo Lin gently held Bibi Dong in his arms, his broad chest pressed against her back as they admired Spirit City's nightscape together.
Given the complicated nature of their relationship, this was one of the few chances they had to be alone.
Bibi Dong gently placed her hand over the arm wrapped around her and said:
"Alright, that's enough for today."
"Master, there's no need to rush. It's only just gotten dark." Even in private, and even after the two had confirmed their feelings for each other, Mo Lin still habitually called Bibi Dong "Master." Calling her anything else still felt completely unnatural to him.
"It's precisely because it's already night that I'm urging you to leave. You're a hot-blooded young man—if you stay any longer, can you really hold yourself back?" There was a hint of "warning" in Bibi Dong's tone, yet the words themselves also sounded somewhat seductive.
Mo Lin showed no improper reaction. He simply continued holding Bibi Dong gently and said:
"Master, could you have a little more faith in my self-control? Little Xue already said that as long as I return to my room before the Hour of the Pig, it's fine. If you don't trust me, you should at least trust your own daughter!"
Mo Lin had always felt guilty toward Bibi Dong, so naturally, he wanted to stay by her side for as long as he could.
Bibi Dong turned around, looked into Mo Lin's eyes, and said with a smile:
"Actually, compared to my daughter, I trust you more."
Mo Lin did not immediately respond. He merely smiled faintly, then asked after a brief silence:
"Do you really not need me to stay a little longer?"
"No. Xue'er told you to return at the