This Feeling Seems a Little Off!

Ning Chen's hand stretched out stiffly.

There was only one thought in his mind now: quickly remove that damned slice of meat from his teacher's chest. Otherwise, he might really get KO'd today.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch that patch of snow-white skin, another irresistible and terrifying pressure erupted from Bibi Dong!

Boom!

Ning Chen's legs went weak. Before he even had time to react, he dropped with a thud and fell to one knee.

His knee smashed a faint crack into the hard bluestone floor.

"Hiss..."

A sharp pain shot up from his knee, but Ning Chen had no time to care about that.

He raised his head and met Bibi Dong's violet eyes.

It was over.

This time, he was completely screwed.

Ning Chen's heart sank to the bottom. He could feel that his teacher was truly angry—the kind of anger that came before a volcanic eruption.

The hand he had stretched out was still frozen in midair. He could neither extend it nor pull it back, making things unbearably awkward.

"You little brat, you're getting bolder and bolder."

Bibi Dong did not look at the stain on her chest. She merely looked down at Ning Chen, who was kneeling on the ground.

Ning Chen could even hear his own heart pounding. The clothes on his back were already soaked through with cold sweat.

"Teacher... I... I was wrong..."

Ning Chen forced out a few words from his throat with difficulty.

Before such absolute suppression of strength, any explanation or excuse seemed utterly pale and powerless.

Seeing his bedraggled state, Bibi Dong's gaze seemed to soften slightly, only to be replaced by even deeper anger moments later.

"Wrong? So you know you were wrong?"

Bibi Dong spoke slowly, her voice carrying suppressed fury and an obvious tremble.

"Tell me, why did you sneak away?"

"Have I not treated you well enough? Did you hate staying by my side that much?"

Here it came!

It had finally come!

Ning Chen's heart skipped a beat. He knew he could not escape this interrogation.

This question was practically a death trap.

If he answered well, he might only get his ass beaten.

If he answered badly, it would not be something a beating could settle.

Ning Chen's mind raced, but he did not dare hesitate with his words. He hurriedly said:

"No! Absolutely not! Teacher has always treated this disciple very well. It was this disciple... this disciple who was immature!"

"Immature?" Bibi Dong sneered, her voice rising slightly.

"I think you're not immature. Your wings have grown strong, and you want to fly!"

"Do you know how worried I was when you ran off without a word? Your Evil Fire hasn't fully stabilized yet. What if something happened to you outside... what was I supposed to do?!"

By the end, Bibi Dong's voice actually carried a trace of grievance and lingering fear.

These past few days, she had truly been unable to eat or sleep in peace.

On one hand, she was furious that this little brat had dared defy her. On the other, she was sincerely worried for his safety.

The feeling was like losing the most precious treasure she possessed. For the first time, she understood what it meant to lose control and panic.

Ning Chen heard the vulnerability in her words, and his heart trembled.

He knew his teacher had truly been worried about him.

For a moment, guilt and heartache surged within him.

He lowered his head, his voice full of sincere remorse.

"Teacher, this disciple knows his mistake. This disciple should not have been so selfish, ignoring your feelings and running away on my own to make you worry."

Seeing that he was genuinely admitting his mistake, the anger in Bibi Dong's heart finally eased somewhat.

In the end, she could not bear to be truly harsh with him.

She had raised this disciple with her own hands. He was her only comfort and support upon this cold papal throne.

Bibi Dong sighed softly, and the pressure around her receded.

Then she extended her slender hand, picked up the slice of meat that had gone cold on her chest, and casually tossed it aside.

She then took out a pristine white handkerchief from her storage soul tool and carefully wiped the grease from that patch of snow-white skin on her chest.

Only after finishing all this did she slowly sit back down on the stone stool, resuming her noble and icy queenly demeanor.

She crossed one long, silk-clad leg over the other and coldly watched Ning Chen, who was still kneeling on one knee before her.

"Tell me, what exactly was the reason you sneaked out this time?"

Her voice had returned to calm, but Ning Chen knew that was only on the surface.

The true test had only just begun.

Ning Chen lowered his head, not daring to look into Bibi Dong's eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through one's heart. His mind rapidly organized his thoughts, considering what excuse might fool her.

Just then, a jade foot clad in an exquisite crystal high heel suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Ning Chen froze, unable to react in time.

That jade foot gently lifted and pressed directly against his chin.

A deft force came through it, forcibly raising his head and making him look into those violet eyes at close range.

"Look into my eyes when you answer."

Bibi Dong's voice carried an unquestionable command.

Forced to keep his head raised, Ning Chen's gaze uncontrollably fell upon Bibi Dong's breathtakingly beautiful face.

At such close range, he could even see the fine fuzz on her face and smell the warm breath she exhaled, carrying a faint trace of alcohol.

Damn... this woman... she really knew how to play...

Ning Chen's heart began pounding uncontrollably, and heat rushed straight to his head.

Who could withstand this?!

This was practically testing the willpower of a hot-blooded fourteen-year-old boy!

"Little brat, I'll ask you one last time."

Seeing his somewhat blank expression, Bibi Dong sneered.

"Tonight, you must give me a reasonable explanation."

"Otherwise, do you believe I can make it so you can't get out of bed for three days?"

Ah!

Th-three days unable to get out of bed?

Ning Chen's eyes widened instantly as an indescribable heat rose from the depths of his heart.

Looking at the noble, domineering, devastatingly sexy woman before him, he had only one thought.

This woman was ruthless and outrageously tempting. She was simply impossible to resist!

"What? Did I scare you stupid?"

Seeing Ning Chen standing there as if petrified, Bibi Dong gently pressed harder with the jade foot against his chin, lifting his head even higher.

A hint of amusement appeared in her eyes as she continued:

"Or do you think I'm joking with you?"

"N-no!"

Ning Chen jolted and abruptly came back to his senses, his survival instincts instantly maxed out.

He did not dare let his thoughts wander any further. Who knew which kind of "unable to get out of bed" this woman meant?

Given her ruthless temperament, she probably meant hanging him up and beating him until his skin split and his flesh tore.

"This disciple wouldn't dare! This disciple absolutely wouldn't dare!"

Ning Chen hurriedly spoke. His mind spun at high speed as he began the performance he had prepared long ago.