Inside the room.
Bibi Dong wore her noble papal gown, exuding a noble, majestic, sacred, and inviolable presence. Over the past few days, her bearing had changed considerably.
Although Bibi Dong had never exactly been taciturn, she had certainly never been a talkative woman. Now, however, she often laughed and played with Xu Ran at his side. Although it was Xu Ran who kept teasing her, the changes in her these past few days were undeniably obvious.
Her cold, gloomy air gradually faded, and she became gentle and serene.
Although Bibi Dong kept insisting that she had no feelings for Xu Ran, and even that she detested him, women often said the opposite of what they felt. Perhaps she had already developed feelings for Xu Ran, but too little time had passed for her to realize it. Or perhaps Xu Ran was so overbearing that she could not believe she would fall for him.
"Xu Ran, you..."
Following Xu Ran's request, Bibi Dong had taken her sacred papal gown out of her Storage Soul Tool, a strange feeling lingering in her heart. She studied her reflection in the mirror, looking as graceful and magnificent as ever.
Before, she had worn her papal robes to cow the world, and everyone beneath the heavens revered her. Now, however, she had to dress this way to please Xu Ran.
Bibi Dong stood there, graceful and slender, her voluptuous figure incredibly alluring. Her rounded buttocks were firm and pert, and beneath them, her long, shapely legs were captivating. As the breeze from the window stirred her hem, it occasionally revealed even fairer skin on her legs, setting the imagination wandering.
Noble, gentle, serene, dignified, and possessed of an indescribable allure, her enchanting, seductive figure revealed such endless charm with every movement that it could