Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 608 Is this what it means to be a married man?
On the way back, Liu Erlong's cheeks were still flushed.

She was both ashamed and angry that Dai Chengfeng dared to take out that... thing in broad daylight, but she had to admit that her kiss had indeed made her heart race and her legs go weak.

She was secretly annoyed at herself for being so weak-willed, almost indulging in it at that moment.

Back in the courtyard, Dai Chengfeng became quite proper, gently ruffling her hair with a smile in his voice:

"You rest first, I still have some things to take care of."

Watching Dai Chengfeng's departing figure, Liu Erlong snorted softly and turned to enter the room.

She closed the door a little harder, as if that would shut out the embarrassment she had just felt.

The day passed peacefully.

Dai Chengfeng had disappeared and did not return until the afternoon.

Liu Erlong was sitting under a tree in the courtyard, flipping through an ancient book. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on her. She frowned slightly, her expression focused, completely unaware of his return.

Dai Chengfeng paused and looked for a moment before slowly walking closer.

"looking at what?"

Liu Erlong looked up at the sound of his voice, and when she saw it was him, her face flushed slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm and closed the book.
"It's just some ancient texts that record it."

Dai Chengfeng sat down beside her, naturally took the scroll from her hand, and glanced at it:

"A discussion about Martial Soul Fusion Techniques? Why are you suddenly interested in this again?"

"Just browsing."

Liu Erlong turned her face away, not wanting him to see the fleeting guilt in her eyes.

Dai Chengfeng didn't expose her, but simply handed the book back to her and started telling some interesting stories.

His tone was calm and his attitude gentle, a stark contrast to the assertive and ambiguous man he had been earlier that morning.

Liu Erlong was a little awkward at first, but seeing his proper manners, she gradually relaxed and would occasionally chime in with a word or two.

But whenever her eyes inadvertently meet his, her heart skips a beat, and she quickly looks away.

In the evening, the two had dinner together.

During the meal, Dai Chengfeng considerately served her food and occasionally chatted about lighthearted topics, creating a warm atmosphere reminiscent of an ordinary married couple.

Liu Erlong secretly sized him up and saw that he looked normal, so the embarrassment and annoyance she felt because of the "little toy" gradually faded away.

"Is this what it means to feel like a husband?"

She was immediately startled by the thought and quickly lowered her head to concentrate on eating, but her ears turned red again.

As night fell, candlelight flickered in the room.

After taking a bath, Liu Erlong changed into a plain-colored nightgown. The fabric was light and soft, clinging to her slightly moist skin after her bath, and outlining her graceful curves with her movements.

The pajamas were loosely tied at the waist, the neckline slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone and a hint of skin...

Her long, wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, with occasional drops of water falling from the ends, soaking the fabric of her dress at the back and making the plain silk almost transparent, faintly revealing the warm jade-colored skin beneath.

She sat in front of the dressing table, holding a dry cloth in her hand, idly wiping her hair with a lazy and casual gesture.

The mirror reflected her cheeks, flushed from her bath. The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, then down her slender neck, disappearing deep into the neckline of her nightgown.

Her eyes were glistening with moisture, and her long eyelashes were still damp with dew, fluttering like butterfly wings covered in morning dew.

Her lips were full and cherry-red, slightly parted, and she was breathing softly, as if she was still adjusting to the warmth of her body after the bath.

Liu Erlong discovered...

In just a few days, my temperament seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

Although she was mature and her figure had already developed into a curvaceous woman, she still retained an unconscious restraint in her demeanor as a virgin.

But things are different now... Her brows now bear the soft charm of a newlywed, a languid allure that emanates from her very being, and her eyes, as they move, inadvertently reveal a touch of unintentional allure.

That radiance is something only a woman who has been loved and nurtured possesses, like a Udumbara flower quietly blooming in the night, its petals still glistening with the dew of the night rain.

Her figure was already excellent, but now it has become even more supple and voluptuous.

Her waist was slender, so thin it could be grasped in one hand.

She was sitting sideways, her clothes clinging to her body, outlining a smooth curve from her back to her waist and then to her hips. The curve was full like a full moon, and it stretched naturally with her sitting posture.

When Dai Chengfeng pushed open the door, this was the scene that greeted him.

He paused slightly, his eyes darkening.

In the candlelight, she resembled a meticulously sculpted jade statue, every inch of her skin radiating a warm glow, and her damp hair and thin nightgown added to her vibrant and alluring charm.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, then he returned to normal, gently closed the door behind him, and walked up behind her.

“I’ll do it,” he said softly.

Liu Erlong's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and he naturally took the cloth from her hand.

She did not refuse, but simply lowered her eyelashes slightly, letting him gently wipe her long hair.

His movements were very light and slow, as if he were handling some fragile treasure.

His slender fingers ran through her hair, from root to tip, leaving no strand untouched.

Warm fingertips occasionally brushed against the back of her neck or inadvertently touched her earlobe, each touch sending a slight shiver down her spine.

The shiver ran down the spine, raising tiny goosebumps on the skin.

Neither of them spoke.

The only sounds in the room were the soft rustling of a towel against hair, the occasional crackling of a candle, and their shallow breathing.

The mirror reflected the two figures...

He stood behind her, leaning slightly forward, attentively tending to her long hair;

She sat upright, her eyelids lowered, and the blush on her cheeks seemed to deepen.

This tranquil gentleness gradually softened Liu Erlong's heart.

She recalled his possessiveness over the past few nights, sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful.

She recalled the sensation of his hot palms tracing her skin, the tingling sensation of his burning breath on her ear, and how she went from initial tension and resistance to gradual relaxation and acceptance, and eventually to involuntarily yielding to him.

Instantly, her face flushed again, and even her neck and chest turned a faint pink.

The pink color was especially alluring in the candlelight, like the most delicate peach blossoms on the branches in early spring, glistening with dew, waiting to be picked.

"All right."

Dai Chengfeng put down the cloth, picked up the peach wood comb beside him, and began to comb her long hair.

His movements remained gentle, the comb slowly gliding through his long hair, from the top of his head to the ends, over and over again.

Liu Erlong looked at his focused profile in the mirror. The candlelight cast soft shadows on his well-defined face. His eyelashes were long, forming a small fan-shaped shadow on his lower eyelids.

He pursed his lips, his expression serious as if he were doing something extremely important.

A warm current surged in Liu Erlong's heart and spread to his limbs and bones.

Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, such as "thank you," or call his name, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know how to begin.

In the end, she simply gazed quietly at him in the mirror, her eyes shimmering with tears.

When her long hair was half-dry and softly draped over her shoulders, Dai Chengfeng put down the comb.

(End of this chapter)