Bibi Dong's face flushed red, then turned pale. Her chest rose and fell sharply, the fullness beneath her papal robes nearly straining the fabric.
She remembered how he had forced her to call him "Teacher" on that road yesterday. She had practically squeezed the word out, her throat tight and bitter.
She had thought she would only have to endure it once in her life. But now the bastard was doing it again?
"Su Yu, don't push your luck."
Bibi Dong's voice turned cold as she tried to reclaim the Pope's authority.
Su Yu set down his chopsticks and turned to her, his expression calm.
"Then leave."
Bibi Dong had no answer.
She glanced down at the plate of braised ribs, then at the bowl of mushroom soup already in her hands.
The soup's savory flavor still lingered on her tongue. The food really was good—more to her taste than anything the chefs at the Pope Palace made.
More importantly, if she got up and left now, she would be admitting defeat. She would be letting Su Yu have his way.
Since when had anyone been able to corner Bibi Dong like this?
But if she stayed and called him that...
She stared at Su Yu's face, torn.
That face made her want to grind her teeth, yet whenever she faced him, she could never bring herself to be ruthless. It had happened yesterday, and it was happening again today.
Ah Yin sat opposite them, holding her soup spoon and quietly watching.
She looked from Su Yu to Bibi Dong. Her gentle face showed little expression, though a faint curiosity flickered through her clear blue eyes.
So this was the kind of relationship the Pope had with Su Yu?
Bibi Dong took several deep breaths before finally forcing two words