Bibi Dong Comes Calling

Dai Chengfeng closed the door, walked up to her, and very naturally reached out with both arms to pull her into his embrace.

"Teacher, what brings you here? What a rare guest. This is your first time coming to my room."

Bibi Dong let him hold her and did not struggle. She only lifted her eyes and gave him a sidelong glance, one brimming with allure, yet carrying the majesty of the Pope.

"What, your teacher can't come?"

"Of course you can."

Dai Chengfeng smiled and lightly pecked her on the lips. "I just didn't expect Teacher to visit late at night. This student is deeply honored."

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at him and raised a hand to give his chest a gentle push. There was little force behind it; it was more like flirting.

"Smooth talker."

She withdrew slightly from Dai Chengfeng's arms and looked him up and down. "Just came back from Zhu Zhuqing's?"

Dai Chengfeng nodded calmly. "Is Teacher jealous?"

"What nonsense."

Bibi Dong turned her face away, but her ear roots flushed faintly red. "Your teacher is merely reminding you that tomorrow is your match against Tang San. You should be conserving your strength."

Dai Chengfeng pulled her back into his arms, resting his chin against the crown of her head as he breathed in the cool fragrance of her hair.

"Don't worry, Teacher. I know my limits."

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Are you confident about tomorrow's match?"

Dai Chengfeng laughed despite himself. "Why is even Teacher asking that? Zhuqing just asked me the same thing."

"Zhu Zhuqing is worried about you too?" Bibi Dong's tone revealed no emotion.

"She's worried about Tang San's hidden weapons," Dai Chengfeng answered honestly. "I've considered it too. Indeed, that's the only threat