Bibi Dong did not avoid Ling Jing, calmly changing into the long palace gown before him.
She could clearly feel Ling Jing's gaze fixed on her the entire time she changed, to the point that he had forgotten to change his own clothes. Though Bibi Dong was incomparably shy inside, she did not show it on her face. More than anything else, she felt a secret surge of delight.
Because it meant she was attractive to Little Jing.
After changing into the palace gown reserved for the Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong suddenly carried a few more traces of sacredness and nobility. Yet when that bearing intertwined with the seductive glimmer in her eyes, it only further enhanced her charm.
No one could resist such charm.
Little Ling Jing raised his head.
After changing clothes, Bibi Dong noticed that Ling Jing was still standing there blankly. She gently pursed her lips, a soul-stirring smile curling across them.
She walked to Ling Jing's side and gently picked up the Holy Son's attire. Just as she had on the day of the Holy Son Investiture Ceremony, she began helping Ling Jing change.
When she noticed Little Ling Jing, Bibi Dong's breathing immediately grew much more rapid. Yet she forced herself not to look away. Though every movement she made trembled slightly, she ultimately helped Ling Jing finish changing.
Then Bibi Dong took a deep breath, held Ling Jing's hand, and faced him. Her voice remained exceptionally gentle.
"Little Jing, the first time I met you was at an orphanage under Spirit Hall's jurisdiction. Actually, the moment I first arrived at Spirit Hall, I noticed you. Among all those children, you were the most special."
"It was not because your hair differed so greatly from ordinary people's, but because you possessed a temperament the