A Night Visit to Qian Renxue

Standing by the window, the night wind brushed past, stirring Bibi Dong's loose purple hair.

She looked at the hidden door that had quietly closed, the emotions in her eyes complicated and hard to read.

There was the lingering aftertaste of her entanglement with Dai Chengfeng just now, the lingering shock of nearly being caught by her daughter, and a trace of helplessness toward that bastard that even she herself was unwilling to examine too closely.

"What a... curse."

She spat the words under her breath, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the faint, barely visible red mark at the side of her neck.

The mark was not obvious in the candlelight, yet it was like a tiny thorn, weighing the dignity she held as Pope against the secrets she carried as a woman.

Dai Chengfeng was clearly bold and reckless, acting as wildly as he pleased, yet somehow he always managed to step on the most elusive strings of her emotions, leaving her swaying back and forth between anger and some indescribable fluttering.

In the end, Bibi Dong only shook her head lightly, closed the window, and shut out the night outside.

The bedchamber fell silent again, leaving only her alone with the scent that had not yet fully dispersed, belonging solely to a certain man.

At last, exhaustion surged over her completely. She turned and walked toward the bed, preparing to collect everything that had just been thrown into disorder in solitude, then sleep.

At that moment, behind the hidden door, Dai Chengfeng was walking unhurriedly along the dark secret passage that allowed only one person to pass.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile rested on his lips as he savored everything that had just happened in the Pope's Bedchamber.

Bibi Dong's shame and anger, her forced composure, and that final