When Dai Chengfeng left Bibi Dong's room, it was already deep into the night.
At this moment, inside the room—
Bibi Dong gazed at the discarded purple dress and the slightly torn black liquid stockings lying on the side. She lay on the bed, her cascading purple hair casually pressed beneath her.
The night breeze gently drifted through the half-open window, softly caressing her delicate skin, vaguely reminding her of the earlier touch of fingertips…
"Ah!"
Bibi Dong raised her hand to wipe away the fragrant sweat from her forehead and sighed deeply.
Her gaze wandered to the ceiling, her eyes distant and unfocused. Her deep violet irises were now filled with complexity.
"Who can tell me how things ended up like this?"
Bibi Dong repeatedly asked herself this question in her heart.
Her slender fingers rested on her forehead, while her legs unconsciously clutched the sheets beneath her…
Before, when Dai Chengfeng was under her hypnosis and lost consciousness, Bibi Dong believed that everything was still under her control.
Back then, Dai Chengfeng was like an obedient puppet, completely at her disposal.
Every kiss, every movement, was carried out under her precise guidance.
She could freely indulge in the pleasure of controlling someone, allowing him to approach her only because she saw it as a favor bestowed upon him—Dai Chengfeng.
She, Bibi Dong, was untouchable, standing high above all others.
But…
When Dai Chengfeng regained his rationality and transformed into a "little tiger cub," everything changed.
Suddenly, she lost control over the situation. The rhythm she once handled so effortlessly was completely disrupted.
No matter how many thoughts of resistance swirled in her mind, the Rakshasa Power seemed to conspire against her. Every time she tried to push Dai Chengfeng away at a crucial moment, the Rakshasa Power would interfere, forcibly influencing her judgment.
And its purpose? To ensure she absorbed as much Asura Power as possible.
In the end…
Bibi Dong, relying on her own perseverance, managed to hold onto her "bottom line."
However, although she had defended her bottom line, Dai Chengfeng had pointed out that he couldn't leave empty-handed.
"What do you mean, 'not leaving empty-handed'? You make it sound like I got the short end of the deal?"
Thinking this, Bibi Dong disdainfully flicked her hand…
Time slowly passed, and she didn't know how long she sat there in a daze.
Finally, feeling weary, Bibi Dong shook her head, her damp strands of hair swaying gently with the motion.
"Enough, enough. It's just a few days anyway. And the amount of Asura Power I absorbed today is several times more than before—it will help me complete the fifth trial of the Rakshasa God more quickly."
With that thought, she pulled the blanket over herself and fell into a deep sleep.
Even in her dreams, her brows remained slightly furrowed, as if still troubled by the events of the day.
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The next morning, at dawn.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the carved wooden windows, casting mottled shadows on the teakwood floor.
The room was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and powder. Several oil paintings hung on the walls, adding a touch of elegance.
At this moment, a gentle knock sounded at the door, neither hurried nor slow.
"Teacher," Dai Chengfeng's voice came from outside. "Are you awake?"
"Come in."
Upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's voice, Bibi Dong didn't lift her head but continued sitting in front of the vanity.
Her slender fingers held a gilded makeup brush, slowly applying it to her eyebrows. Her movements were graceful, and her profile, bathed in the morning light, appeared exceptionally cold and striking.
Hearing this, Dai Chengfeng pushed open the door. "Teacher, you're already up."
"I thought you'd be suffering from insomnia last night."
Bibi Dong still faced away from him, but inwardly, she was annoyed. If she hadn't slept poorly last night, would she need to touch up her makeup?
She had risen early to fix her appearance, all to ensure that Chen Xin and the others wouldn't notice anything unusual.
However, Bibi Dong didn't turn around or respond. Instead, her voice turned icy as she spoke:
"This matter absolutely cannot be told to anyone."
As she said this, she slowly set down the eyebrow pencil, turned her head, and swept a sharp gaze over Dai Chengfeng. Her tone carried a clear threat.
"If I find out that you've leaked even half a word… you know the consequences!"
Dai Chengfeng looked at Bibi Dong's serious expression and knew she meant every word. Moreover, Dai Chengfeng had no intention of speaking about it either, especially since he still had thoughts of Qian Renxue.
If Qian Renxue found out about his relationship with Bibi Dong, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.
Bibi Dong was merely an accident; Qian Renxue was his true love.
There was no helping it—his little angel was too kind to him.
Thus, Dai Chengfeng subtly tightened his fingers, his expression instantly turning solemn. His voice was firm and resolute, without a hint of hesitation:
"Teacher, rest assured!"
"I will never breathe a word about our relationship to anyone—not even my parents. If I break this promise, I am willing to accept any punishment!"
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, scrutinizing him as if trying to discern whether he was sincere.
In the end, seeing Dai Chengfeng's "sincere" gaze, she finally turned her head, the corners of her lips lifting slightly with satisfaction:
"That's good."
"You go downstairs first. I'll be there shortly."
However, Dai Chengfeng didn't leave. Instead, he walked behind Bibi Dong, who was busy retouching her makeup in the mirror.
He leaned down slightly, his hands naturally resting on her shoulders. His long fingers gently massaged her shoulders as he smiled and said:
"Teacher, why don't I do your makeup for you?"
Bibi Dong's eyebrow pencil paused slightly, and she turned her head.
Her violet eyes narrowed as she looked Dai Chengfeng up and down. A mocking smile curved her proud lips:
"Do you know how to do makeup?"
Dai Chengfeng showed no sign of hesitation, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
He leaned in slightly, his nose almost brushing against Bibi Dong's cheek, his voice tinged with teasing: "Teacher, you can trust me."
In his previous life, Dai Chengfeng had a girlfriend and naturally knew a thing or two about makeup.
Though not an expert, his skills were more than sufficient in this world of Douluo, where people cared less about appearances and more about growing stronger.
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's smile faded slightly.
She carefully studied Dai Chengfeng, trying to detect any trace of jest in his expression.
But Dai Chengfeng's demeanor was earnest, without a hint of humor.
Though puzzled, she still nodded lightly: "Alright, give it a try."
Bibi Dong didn't truly believe that Dai Chengfeng knew how to apply makeup. After all, how could he possibly know something like this?
Talented, skilled in cooking, and now even proficient in makeup—a skill typically needed only by women? Was he really such a genius at everything?
Bibi Dong simply thought, 'If Dai Chengfeng messes up, I'll show him what I'm capable of!'
'For what he did last night…'
For a moment, Bibi Dong felt a flicker of anticipation.
Dai Chengfeng, however, was completely unaware of Bibi Dong's hidden thoughts. He picked up the makeup brush, quickly confirmed that its usage was the same as on Earth, and began gently applying it to Bibi Dong's face.
Soon, Dai Chengfeng completed his masterpiece.
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