Chapter 12 Bibi Dong: So cute! Lan Yue forced to change clothes right in front of her?
Bibi Dong looked Lan Yue up and down as if she had heard a funny joke.
She couldn't resist reaching out and pinching a bit of soft flesh on his waist, and she laughed:
"That saying is meant to restrain both men and women."
"This rule doesn't apply to you."
Lan Yue shrank back as he was pinched, and upon hearing this "twisted logic," his eyes widened in disbelief.
Lan Yue opened his mouth, but after a long while, he managed to utter a sentence:
"Is there...is there no justice in this world?"
As a Blue Silver Emperor with 700,000 years of cultivation, he was an absolute authority in the sea.
How come he doesn't even have this basic human right in this human world?
Looking at his deeply devastated expression, Bibi Dong said with a smile:
"Of course there is justice in the universe."
"But the rules for adults don't apply to you."
Lan Yue was furious, his face flushed red, and he retorted indignantly:
"Sister, you're just being unreasonable! That's sophistry!"
"Even children have dignity!"
Bibi Dong smiled but remained silent in the face of Lan Yue's accusations.
She rested her chin on her hand, her beautiful pale purple eyes fixed on Lan Yue, her gaze shifting as if she were admiring a rare treasure.
In her eyes, Lan Yue's angry appearance had no deterrent effect whatsoever.
Instead, it looked like a little hamster with its fur standing on end, its cheeks puffed out, making her want to poke him a couple more times.
The more she looked at him, the cuter he became; the more she looked at him, the more she liked him.
When Bibi Dong stared at him with such fierce eyes, Lan Yue's original momentum instantly weakened.
A chill ran down his spine, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
'This woman...is she going to pounce on me and kiss me again?'
Lan Yue instinctively shrank back, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at Bibi Dong warily.
To divert attention from the danger, Lan Yue rolled his eyes.
He quickly grabbed the new clothes that were placed aside; they were clothes that Bibi Dong had specially asked someone to buy for him in the city.
"Um... Sister, please go out."
Lan Yue, with a stern face, said in a serious tone:
"I need to change my clothes."
Since he can't argue with her, he might as well avoid her and get dressed first to regain some sense of security.
However, Bibi Dong remained completely still.
She shifted to a more comfortable position on the soft couch, watching Lan Yue with leisurely composure. Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered two words:
"No way."
"..."
Lan Yue's lips twitched, he took a deep breath, and tried to reason with her:
"Sister, I need to change my clothes. It's not convenient for you to watch me."
"Is there anything inconvenient?"
Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes:
What are you afraid of?
"I'm practically skin and bones, what am I afraid of my sister seeing?"
Lan Yue felt the veins throbbing on his forehead and gritted his teeth as he said:
"I'm defending my privacy!"
Do you even understand privacy?!
"privacy?"
Bibi Dong seemed to have heard some novel words, and her smile deepened.
Bibi Dong reached out and pulled Lan Yue in front of her, making him stand between her legs.
Looking down at him, she said in a matter-of-fact tone:
"I don't need those things in front of my sister."
As she spoke, Bibi Dong picked up the exquisite white dress, held it up against Lan Yue, and nodded in satisfaction.
Then, Bibi Dong commanded in an unquestionable tone:
"Change here."
"Your sister will watch you change."
"If you don't put it on properly, I can help you!"
Seeing Bibi Dong's domineering "I'm the older sister, so I'm right" attitude, Lan Yue was completely desperate.
He clutched the clothes in his hands tightly, filled with grief and indignation.
This is hardly like adopting a sister.
This is clearly acknowledging a female demon!
Moreover, she was a female demon who was only at the Soul King level, yet she could completely dominate him, a "700,000-year-old Soul Beast"!
'Heavens above...'
'Someone, please save me...'
"Hurry up, little Yueyue."
Seeing Lan Yue's grief-stricken expression, Bibi Dong felt even more pleased.
She stretched, her beautiful curves faintly visible beneath her silk nightgown, and urged in a languid tone:
"The convoy is about to break camp. His Highness Zhao Zi is very punctual."
"If you keep dawdling, everyone will be waiting outside, and you'll end up running out naked."
"Then everyone in the convoy will see that our lovely Young Master Lan Yue is actually a pervert who likes to run around naked~"
"you--!"
Lan Yue was so angry he almost couldn't breathe.
This woman is a devil!
Not only did she physically assault him, but now she's threatening him with these despicable tactics!
Lan Yue gritted his teeth, glanced at the increasingly bright light streaming into the tent, and knew that Bibi Dong's words were true.
If those Soul Masters outside really saw him in such a disheveled state, he would be finished with his life.
"good!
I'll change!
Lan Yue let out a low, mournful roar, as if he had made some great sacrifice.
But he still couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart.
So, Lan Yue, clutching his clothes, suddenly turned around, his back to Bibi Dong.
Facing the corner of the tent, Lan Yue frantically hypnotized himself in his mind:
'As long as I turn my back to her, she won't be able to see my face...'
'As long as I can't see her eyes, it doesn't count as being seen naked...'
'That's right, it's like burying your head in the sand... no, it's tactical evasion!'
'I am a 700,000-year-old soul beast; I won't stoop to the level of a little girl!'
Looking at Lan Yue's stubborn yet somewhat silly back, Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow and a playful smile appeared on her lips.
"Alright, since you're so shy, then I won't stare at you anymore."
As Bibi Dong said this, she did indeed lean back on the soft couch, looking lazy and casual.
Hearing this, Lan Yue, who had his back to her, relaxed his tense shoulders slightly.
Fortunately, although this woman has a perverse sense of humor, she at least has some moral bottom line...
However, Lan Yue was ultimately too naive.
He underestimated Bibi Dong's methods, and even more so, he underestimated the future pope's "mischievous sense of humor."
Just as Lan Yue began to quietly unbutton his pajamas.
Bibi Dong gently hooked her finger on her sleeve.
The soul power stirred slightly, silently.
A small dressing mirror, about the size of a palm and inlaid with exquisite gemstones, slipped from her storage soul tool into her palm.
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes sparkled as she lightly flicked her fingers.
Enveloped in soul power, the mirror flew away silently, like a ghost.
It drew a graceful arc in the air and hovered precisely in the corner of the tent directly in front of Lan Yue.
The location was tricky, and the angle was perfect.
The light perfectly illuminated Lan Yue, who was facing away from Bibi Dong and changing clothes in the corner!
[end of the chapter]