SL—Chapter 153: Qian Renxue: Don't treat me like a fool. I'll wait for you to come to Heaven Dou City to apologize.
"I'm afraid everyone in the world can see it clearly, but they are just keeping silent."
Zhu Zhuqing murmured, looking at Ling Qianyao, narrowing her eyes. "Why do I feel that she seems to like you very much?"
"She has recovered a lot now. If one day she can be reborn and restore her memory—
Hum, the memories of the past and the memories of being close to you are flooding her mind simultaneously. Just thinking about it makes that scene complicated.
Do you think she can go back?"
A gentle and virtuous lady, but during the time she lost her memory, she spontaneously developed many ties with Ling Qianyao.
Even when Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Renxue were intimate with Ling Qianyao in front of her many times, she became more and more eager for Ling Qianyao.
When her past memories awaken again and she realizes Tang Hao's strangeness and betrayal, what will Ah Yin choose? Can she go back?
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ling Qianyao's thoughtful expression, chuckled, and whispered in his ear, "Are you excited? The other party is a married woman~"
Hearing this, a strange feeling instantly spread in Ling Qianyao's heart.
He seemed to be inexplicably excited.
'It must be Bibi Dong's morbid psychology affecting me. What bad mentality could I have? I just want to limit Tang San's growth and seize some opportunities in advance.'
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head. "Forget it, let's put Ah Yin aside for now. Don't forget that I will come to ask for compensation tonight."
She had a meaningful smile on her lips, her eyes flashing with cunning, with a hint of cuteness and laziness, and she whispered,
"I'm hungry."
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The next morning.
Qian Renxue woke up to the rustling sound beside her. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at Bibi Dong, who was getting up.
"When did I fall asleep? Did you go out last night?"
Bibi Dong was startled. "No, you fell asleep while talking last night. Your emotions fluctuated greatly. You received so much information yesterday, and your mental energy was quite exhausted."
"Really?" Qian Renxue stretched, got up from the bed, and smiled at Bibi Dong. "Then I have fulfilled another wish. Although I missed a hug in my dream, I hope to make up for it now."
She opened her arms to Bibi Dong, her eyes full of expectation, and a bright smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Renxue, who was asking for a hug like a child, and was slightly stunned. The softest part of her heart seemed to be gently touched.
Faced with such pure and direct emotions from Qian Renxue, she felt a little at a loss.
However, after a moment of hesitation, Bibi Dong slowly stepped forward and gently embraced Qian Renxue.
"What are the remaining three wishes you told me last night? What do you want me to do with you?"
Qian Renxue came out of Bibi Dong's arms, crossed her arms, and looked thoughtful. "I haven't thought about it yet. Let's wait for the right opportunity. But I have a small request now."
Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows slightly. "Oh? What small request?"
Qian Renxue opened her mouth, her eyes shifting slightly, then shook her head. "Forget it, I haven't thought about it yet. But I hope that when I ask you something in the future, you won't hide anything. Remember, anything."
She said very seriously.
"Okay." Bibi Dong agreed and went to the bathroom first.
Qian Renxue sat on the sofa, staring at Bibi Dong's back thoughtfully. She glanced at the wall next to Ling Qianyao's room, and her doubt and entanglement deepened.
"I hope it's an illusion."
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At noon, in the Pope's bedroom.
Bibi Dong looked at Ling Qianyao, who came again, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. During dinner last night, Qian Renxue had taken the initiative to give her a reason to summon Ling Qianyao.
It was really like someone sent a pillow while she was sleepy. She was just worried about finding another opportunity to enjoy herself with Ling Qianyao before they left tomorrow. But she didn't expect Qian Renxue to help "thoughtfully."
A soundproof field was opened by her, completely isolating the bedroom from the outside world, ensuring that their subsequent conversation and actions wouldn't be spied on.
"Qianyao, is it time to help me with the treatment?" Bibi Dong leaned on the soft couch, looking at Ling Qianyao charmingly, with a hint of temptation in her voice.
Ling Qianyao rolled his eyes. "Rakshasa's evil thoughts have been cured, right? Why does it need to be cured again?"
Bibi Dong raised her lips, slowly stood up, and walked in front of Ling Qianyao.
She placed her arm on his shoulder and whispered, "That's not necessarily true. Even ordinary people's colds can recur. My rakshasa god trial is not yet over, so who can know that it won't recur? It's better to consolidate it again."
Her fingertips gently stroked Ling Qianyao's chest. "This is business, isn't it?" She moved closer and was about to kiss his lips.
Ling Qianyao turned his head slightly to avoid her kiss. "Wait, I came here to tell you something."
"What nonsense, let's talk about it later."
Seeing that he avoided her kiss, Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows, a trace of anger flashing in her eyes. Her hands climbed up Ling Qianyao's neck again, pulling him in front of her, exhaling like orchids. "I don't want to listen now. Report later."
Ling Qianyao had no choice but to follow her wishes, picked her up by the waist, and walked toward the inner room of the bedroom.
Bibi Dong was full of smiles. "That's right."
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In the secret room.
"Why are you still wearing this Pope's robe? By the way, how did you move the Pope's throne here?"
Bibi Dong chuckled and took off half of the outer layer of her Pope's robe, revealing the close-fitting brocade lining inside. As the clothes were half-undressed, her snow-white skin was glowing, and her charm was boundless.
She looked at Ling Qianyao with a hint of charm, her voice soft: "Why, does this not look good? I am wearing the Pope's robe, but I am the supreme Pope of Spirit Hall. Don't you want it?
And this throne symbolizes power and glory."
She walked slowly toward the Pope's throne, and a veil fell as she moved.
She turned gracefully and sat on the throne, supporting her head with one hand, gently patting the seat beside her. Her voice was full of endless temptation: "Qianyao, come sit next to me. Don't you want to taste this together?"
Ling Qianyao's throat rolled. As expected of Pope Bibi Dong, she had just experienced the true meaning of the secret room, yet she mastered a new way of "controlling people" so quickly.
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One day later.
Ling Qianyao and the other two left the Spirit Hall, accompanied by a super Douluo from the Worship Hall.
Bibi Dong sat on the Pope's throne, looked into the distance, then turned her gaze back to the table, only to find the memorial in front of her boring.
'Qianyao.'
"Your Majesty, this is the letter that the young miss entrusted me to give you after they leave."
"Oh?"
Bibi Dong took the letter from Chrysanthemum Douluo, who then left, slowly spreading it out.
"Don't treat me as a fool. I'll wait for you to come to Heaven Dou City to apologize!"
(End of this chapter)