Bibi Dong looked back at Ning Bei on the high platform.
With just one glance, Ning Bei was hard-stunned for three seconds, not even noticing the melon seeds in his hand falling to the floor.
What had he just seen? What was with that doting, loving little look in Pope Big Sister's eyes? Had something gone wrong somewhere?
Before he could figure it out, he saw Bibi Dong beckon to him.
"A Bei, come here!"
As soon as she spoke, the entire hall fell deathly silent. Ning Bei trembled all over; the silence was deafening.
Ning Bei dumbly pointed at his own nose, as if confirming whether she really was calling him.
Who would have thought that when Bibi Dong saw his dazed expression, she covered her mouth and laughed softly for a moment, then beckoned to him again.
"A Bei, come over here!"
Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at Bibi Dong, who was calling to Ning Bei with spring in her eyes, unable to speak for a long time. That voice...
If he hadn't heard wrong, that was a cutesy voice?
Ning Bei swallowed, slowly got to his feet, and walked stiffly to Bibi Dong's side with the same arm and leg moving together. From an angle Yu Xiaogang couldn't see, he gave Bibi Dong a questioning look, as if asking what on earth she was trying to pull.
Bibi Dong ignored Ning Bei's speechlessness, took half a step forward, hooked Ning Bei's arm, and gently rested her beautiful head on his shoulder.
Ning Bei only felt his arm sink into a deep ravine, and his whole body went rigid, not daring to move.
"Elder Yu, allow me to introduce him. This is this Pope's beloved, Ning Bei of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
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