The next morning.
In the Saintess's bedchamber.
Soft sunlight streamed through the window, making the entire room bright and airy.
"Mmm..."
Bibi Dong opened her eyes groggily, then instinctively moved to hug someone. But after her little hands groped around, she immediately noticed that something felt wrong.
"Hm?"
"This doesn't feel right. What is this?"
Bibi Dong's delicate brows drew together, and her beautiful eyes widened a little as she tried to see just what she was holding. Then she saw it, and her expression turned strange, as though she were puzzled, yet also felt she had suffered a crushing loss.
"I, I, I..."
"Wasn't I holding my disciple last night?"
"Why am I holding a pillow now?"
Bibi Dong glanced at the cushion in her arms, looking somewhat bewildered, and scenes from last night began surfacing in her mind.
At the time, her disciple had slipped into a rare deep sleep, and she had originally intended to get up to some mischief. After all, for over a year, she had only ever managed to take liberties with her disciple when Red Queen stepped in for her; she herself had never done it once. So, with her disciple sound asleep last night, she had actually found it rather hard to resist.
But when she saw how weak her disciple looked, she ultimately abandoned the idea of making mischief, afraid of disturbing his rest.
Even though I kept my hands to myself, why am I holding a pillow? Bibi Dong thought. Then she turned onto her side and looked at Xu Feng, who was still fast asleep a short distance away. She instinctively pouted, as though she had lost a hundred million.
In her imagination, or rather, in her little wish, the first time she slept together with Xu Feng after