I got off work late, so I'm posting this first. I'll fix it later.
Bibi Dong's hand jerked, and her wolf-hair brush dragged a long streak of ink across the document.
She clenched her teeth and drew a deep breath, forcing her attention back to the document.
But the harder she tried, the clearer that face became: the smile that begged for a beating, the careless golden eyes, and those words, "Call me teacher."
A sudden tingling surged through her lower abdomen.
Bibi Dong stiffened all over. Her legs pressed together instinctively, her knees lightly touching beneath the desk.
Her knuckles whitened around the brush. Her face flushed, and her clenched teeth ground audibly.
Damn it. Why do I react like this whenever I think of Su Yu?
She shoved the document away, rose from her chair, and paced back and forth through the hall.
But no matter how fast she walked or how many laps she made, the itch seeping from her very bones refused to fade.
She pressed a hand to her forehead. Her palm burned, and her cheeks felt feverish too. Bibi Dong leaned against a pillar, closed her eyes, and took several deep, ragged breaths, her chest heaving.
During those seven days in the Rakshasa Secret Realm, she had experienced every kind of negative emotion.
Anger, resentment, jealousy, murderous intent-each had been magnified to its utmost, and each she had forcibly suppressed.
Yet the rakshasa power had not crushed this longing for Su Yu. Instead, it seemed to have nourished it, making it burn ever fiercer.
She even vaguely sensed a trace of the rakshasa divine power's sinister aura mingling with that burning heat, lending every thought of Su Yu an almost depraved pleasure.
"Damn it..."
Bibi Dong cursed under her breath, unsure whether she