Bibi Dong's pretty face flushed. She stuck out her tongue and said, "Teacher, that's a secret. I can't tell you."
Unlike Qian Chongling, who could rack his brains until they burst and still find no answer, Chrysanthemum Douluo had been watching the Divine-Grade Plant the entire time.
He had clearly seen Bibi Dong glance in their direction. As for whom she had looked at, he naturally knew.
But he dared not say it, nor could he!
Beneath the night sky, steady, soft breathing drifted from several small blue tents. After enjoying the barbecue Qian Chongling had prepared, everyone had retired except Gui Mei and Yue Guan, who were keeping watch.
Inside Qian Chongling's little tent, he sat cross-legged with a gloomy expression, forming a stark contrast with Bibi Dong beside him, who slept soundly with a smile blooming like a flower.
The more soundly Bibi Dong slept, the more irritated Qian Chongling felt. That delicate, rosy face, those long, fair legs, those proud, snowy peaks...
Qian Chongling could not help extending his utterly sinful hands, reaching toward a certain spot.
The temperature inside the tiny tent abruptly dropped, making Bibi Dong shiver in her sleep.
Cold. Why was it so cold?
Ever since I started cultivating, even if I wasn't completely immune to heat and cold, those sensations had practically disappeared. What was going on now?
There was even a faint hint of pain!
Bibi Dong's delicate brows creased slightly, and her beautiful eyes slowly opened. What greeted her was not the white tent, but the face of her teacher, Qian Chongling.
Faint mist rose from Qian Chongling's hands, and a thin layer of white frost coated his fair palms as he pressed them against her...
Against her cheeks, rubbing them vigorously!
"Ugh, you rotten teacher! You're bullying me again!"