Bibi Dong Turns the Tables

Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, and she leaned into his chest.

Her long hair still held damp moisture, strand after strand clinging to the side of his neck, cool and silky, yet carrying the warm fragrance of her body after bathing.

The scent of lavender and sandalwood mingled with her unique, sweet freshness.

Dai Chengfeng lowered his head, his chin resting gently against the crown of her head, and took a deep breath.

"Dong'er..."

It was the first time he had called her that in private, his voice low and hoarse, carrying the haze of wine and some long-repressed emotion.

Bibi Dong did not correct the way he addressed her. She only gave a soft "mm," wrapped her arms around his waist, and interlaced her fingers behind his back.

Through his fitted clothes, her fingertips slowly traced the curve of his spine, as if confirming whether this man was truly standing here, whether he belonged to her.

"You're... very different today."

She spoke softly, her cheek pressed against his chest, clearly hearing his heartbeat, slightly faster than usual.

"Am I?"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled. The sound vibrated from his Adam's apple and carried a faint tingling sensation to her ears. "Maybe it's because I thought about a lot of things last night. The more I thought, the more I missed you."

Bibi Dong raised her head, her purple eyes meeting his.

Morning light cast fine shadows over her eyelashes, making those eyes, usually cold and majestic, seem as soft as if they had been soaked in honey.

"Smooth-talker."

She chided him, yet she did not push him away. Instead, she stood on tiptoe and gently rubbed the tip of her nose against his chin, like a lazy big cat acting spoiled.

Dai Chengfeng's Adam's apple bobbed. His hands slowly