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Bibi Dong felt the possessive, almost destructive obsession emanating from him, and for a moment she was both amused and exasperated, but more than anything, she felt a deep sense of helplessness.
She raised her hand and gently patted Xuan Hao's broad back again and again, as if soothing an infant and guiding his blood and qi.
"Are you really that sensitive?"
Bibi Dong sighed, her tone full of an elder's indulgence of a younger person's unreasonable behavior, "Do you really think I'm that useless?
Do you think I would still care about him even now?"
"Hard to say."
Xuan Hao finally spoke, his voice hoarse, muffled in the crook of her neck, carrying an indescribable sense of frustration and irritation.
Bibi Dong was furious at those two words, and instantly increased the force of her hand, slapping him hard on the back.
"Nonsense! If you doubt me so much and don't even have this most basic trust in me, then why did you risk your life to come all this way back? Wouldn't it be better to stay in Tiandou City and live with your young girls?!"
"It's because I doubt you that I rushed back."
Xuan Hao suddenly raised his head and stared intently into Bibi Dong's eyes. "I'm scared."
"What are you afraid of?" Bibi Dong found it somewhat amusing.
"I'm afraid of everything."
Xuan Hao said confidently, "I'm afraid that if you see him, you'll have a moment of weakness and be reminded of those bullshit first love memories from back then.
I'm afraid you'll soften your heart and be fooled by his self-righteous nonsense!"
Looking at the man in front of her, who was usually so imposing but was now yelling at her like a vicious dog guarding its food, Bibi Dong's discomfort about the past completely dissipated.
She looked at Xuan Hao, raising an eyebrow with a hint of helplessness:
"If you're really that afraid, with your current strength and skills, you could just find an opportunity outside the city and slap him to death, wouldn't that be enough?"
"With your level 79 cultivation and your unreasonable martial spirit, crushing him is easier than crushing an ant. Wouldn't killing him solve the problem once and for all?"
You're wrong.
Xuan Hao shook his head. "Killing him will not solve any problems; on the contrary, it will push things to the worst possible abyss."
"I know better than anyone the power of such dead bodies."
"The image of a living person can collapse at any time.
Because as long as he is alive, as long as he is still struggling in this mortal world, he will one day expose his selfish, weak, incompetent, and even disgusting side."
"But the dead are different."
Xuan Hao stared into Bibi Dong's eyes, "If a dead person dies at the most opportune time, their image will be completely fixed in the hearts of the living.
Not only will it not collapse, but it will be infinitely perfected, tragically portrayed, and even ultimately sublimated in the hearts of the living as time goes by!"
"If I were to slap him to death, then in your memory, Yu Xiaogang would forever be that tragic hero who risked his life for you and for so-called theory."
"In the future, if I ever upset you, or if you're in a bad mood, you'll subconsciously try to romanticize him and miss him.
He'll become a thorn that's forever stuck in your heart, one that I can't pull out or touch."
"I may be a pervert, but I'm not a brainless idiot. I must be crazy to use this method to fulfill his wish and let him live in your regret."
Faced with Xuan Hao's undisguised analysis, Bibi Dong did not refute him.
She understands the principles, even better than anyone else.
But often, reason is just reason; humans are ultimately creatures governed by emotions.
When things are going well, anyone can spout those high-sounding principles, but when something actually happens to you, you lose all reason, and all tolerance and composure are thrown to the winds.
All that's left is hysteria.
She had experienced the darkness of these abysses herself, so she understood it.
Xuan Hao, standing before him, clearly saw through it all.
The coldness in Bibi Dong's eyes completely vanished, and all her unspoken words ultimately turned into a silent compromise.
She didn't struggle anymore, but obediently leaned against his broad chest, stretched out her arms, and hugged him back tightly.
Inside the tranquil Hall of State Affairs, time ticked by, second by second.
As noon approached, the sunlight outside began to become somewhat dazzling, and Bibi Dong's tense spirit, which had been working up all morning, finally began to wane.
"Aren't you tired of holding me like this?"
Bibi Dong moved her stiff neck, and her voice rang out in Xuan Hao's neck hollow, carrying a hint of submission that she herself did not realize.
"Not tired."
Xuan Hao's arms around her waist were as steady as a rock, and he didn't even dodge a breath. "I'm very strong. I can hold you all day without getting out of breath."
"I don't have a body like yours that's so abnormal."
Bibi Dong pushed his chest, somewhat speechless. "That's enough. Let go. I need to rest."
Xuan Hao blinked, loosened his arms, and looked down at Bibi Dong's tired face: "Tired? How about I help you relax?"
Bibi Dong glanced at him sideways, her eyes full of suspicion:
"Relax? Are you sure that by 'relax' you don't mean you're planning to push your luck and end up making me even more tired?"
"Look at what you're saying! Do you think I'm the kind of beast who takes advantage of others in distress?"
Xuan Hao patted his chest, looking completely self-righteous. "You've tried my massage skills before.
And with all the practical experience I've accumulated over the years, I can definitely make you feel comfortable and light as a feather!"
Upon hearing the phrase "playing mini-games," Bibi Dong's lips twitched slightly, and she said irritably, "From what you're saying, you're quite arrogant?"
"Of course."
Xuan Hao shamelessly stepped forward, "If it weren't for the fact that I could serve you well in the future with absolute certainty, would I be working so hard to gain experience points from other people?
I call it being farsighted."
"Shameless."
Bibi Dong was completely too lazy to argue with him about this. She hadn't seen this bastard for two years, and while she hadn't noticed anything else, his smooth tongue and shamelessness had definitely improved exponentially.
She shook her head and opened her mouth to refuse.
However, Xuan Hao had no intention of giving her a chance to refuse.
"Let's go, let's go back inside!"
Xuan Hao grinned, reached out with both arms, and once again lifted Bibi Dong up around the waist.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Before Bibi Dong could react or mobilize her soul power, Xuan Hao stumbled, and the spatial elements instantly erupted.
Dozens of consecutive fixed-point teleportations over extremely short distances.
A series of faint golden-red afterimages remained in the air, and the fabric rustled in the strong wind.
In just two or three breaths.
By the time Bibi Dong came to her senses, she had already been steadily placed on the huge white jade couch in the rear palace.
Looking at the familiar bedroom layout around her, Bibi Dong's eyes twitched violently twice.
She gritted her teeth and glared at him: "You brat, what are you going to do?"
"I told you I'd help you relax, lie down properly."
Xuan Hao reached out and straightened her robe, which was slightly askew on her shoulder.
Then he patted the soft pillow beside him, his expression unusually serious.
"Relax, I'm serious this time."
Seeing that his eyes were clear and not feigning, Bibi Dong's wariness eased slightly.
But she was still a little worried, and warned coldly, "Just do as you say, and don't do anything wrong. Otherwise, you know my temper, I really will get angry."
"Don't worry, my reputation is as good as heaven and earth, I will absolutely not do anything reckless." Xuan Hao raised his hand as a guarantee.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath before turning around and obediently lying down on the soft bed.
Xuan Hao walked to the bedside and sat down. Looking at Bibi Dong, who was lying there, displaying her exquisite and mature curves, his eyes darkened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
He reached out and tentatively pressed on Bibi Dong's back.
"Teacher, the papal robe you're wearing is too thick, and the inner fabric is stiff too.
With so many layers of clothing, I can't accurately locate your pressure points and it's difficult for me to exert force."
While kneading, Xuan Hao suggested, "Why don't you take some off first?"
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