Dongfang Yu looked at her back and could not help swallowing, finding it hard to withstand the sight.
Bibi Dong's outfit, especially the view from behind, had always left him with no resistance whatsoever.
As Bibi Dong looked into the mirror, she saw Dongfang Yu's dazed expression in its reflection, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
She did not know why Dongfang Yu was so attached to her papal robes, but as long as he liked them, that was enough.
She wanted his gaze to remain on her. The feeling was wonderful.
"Teacher, what is this?"
Bibi Dong looked at herself in the mirror and said softly, "Didn't you ask me to put on the papal robes last time?"
Dongfang Yu was somewhat embarrassed. It had merely been one of his personal preferences; he had not expected Bibi Dong to remember it.
"Now that I've put them on, what next?" Bibi Dong turned around and asked seriously.
Dongfang Yu walked before her, yet did not dare stare at her. With these clothes on, the Bibi Dong from the past seemed to have returned.
She was still so aloof and noble, with that air of keeping everyone at a thousand miles' distance faintly surfacing again.
But that was exactly what he liked. If she was too gentle, he would feel unaccustomed to it instead.
Seeing his hesitation, Bibi Dong seemed to understand something. Her expression immediately turned cold. "Look at me."
Hearing that icy voice, Dongfang Yu instinctively turned his face and looked at her directly.
It was that cold face from his memories, exactly the same. He had long since grown used to it.
After staring for a moment, Bibi Dong's cold face suddenly blossomed into a smile, and the oppressive feeling vanished without a trace.