"Xiao Gang, you've really misunderstood. Nothing happened between Xu Ran and me." Bibi Dong explained anxiously, her tone somewhat flustered. This was her first time encountering anything like this, so she lost her composure for a moment.
She was immensely powerful, and she was also the Pope of Spirit Hall. Whatever happened, she could generally choose to suppress it by force.
But when it came to matters of the heart, she was less capable than even an ordinary woman.
With Yu Xiaogang stumbling upon them and misunderstanding, she could not even think of how to explain for a moment.
Every woman placed immense importance on her first love, even if Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang had now faded. But whenever she thought of the love she had encountered during her most innocent girlhood, she felt an inexplicable fondness for him.
Even though Xu Ran had used despicable means to force intimate contact on Bibi Dong, he could not completely alter Yu Xiaogang's place in her heart overnight. That was decades of stubbornness and obsession, not something so easily erased.
Bibi Dong stood there, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly in both hands, panic written all over her face.
It was difficult to imagine that the reigning female Pope of Spirit Hall would wear such an expression.
Dressed in a pale purple gown, Bibi Dong stood there with graceful poise. Her every movement held considerable charm, but her frightened, lovely face and dimmed eyes were heartrending.
Xu Ran had originally wanted to tell Bibi Dong every wicked thing Yu Xiaogang had done before. That way, perhaps she would forget Yu Xiaogang completely, or even come to hate him.
But after thinking it over, Xu Ran abandoned that idea. He did not want Bibi Dong to simply hate Yu Xiaogang-or