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

Chapter 612 The Rippling Water, Liu Erlong, and Xiao Wu's Long Legs

The moonlight, as clear as water, streamed through the window and fell onto the bed.

Liu Erlong was covered in sweat, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to her flushed cheeks and neck, her chest rising and falling slightly with her still-uneven breathing.

Her eyes were slightly closed, with tiny beads of sweat still clinging to her long eyelashes, and her legs occasionally rubbed together slightly, as if trying to ease the lingering sensation from the previous encounter.

Dai Chengfeng lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand, looking at the person beside him with satisfaction.

The moonlight outlined her soft features, and her satisfied yet slightly shy expression stirred his heart once again.

"What are you looking at..."

Liu Erlong noticed his gaze, closed her eyes and mumbled something, her voice still carrying a hint of softness.

Dai Chengfeng chuckled and reached out to tuck a wet strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear: "Look how handsome my Erlong is."

"Grumpy."

Erlong opened her eyes and glared at him, but her eyes were shimmering with tears, which not only lacked any intimidation but also added a touch of charm. She reached out and pushed his firm chest, "Stay away from me, it's so hot."

Although it was a complaint, the force of the push was soft and gentle, more like a caress.

Dai Chengfeng took her hand and gently kissed her fingertips.
"Who was bothering me just now? Now they're complaining that I'm hot."

"you!"

Liu Erlong's face flushed red again, and she abruptly pulled her hand back, turning her back to him. "I...I was...that was..."

"what is that?"

Dai Chengfeng leaned closer and hugged her from behind, his warm chest pressed against her smooth back, and his chin rested on her shoulder.

Liu Erlong's body stiffened:
"Dai Chengfeng! You promised me you'd only do it once!"

"Yeah, just once." Dai Chengfeng's voice was tinged with laughter, but his arms tightened around him. "I'll just give you a hug."

"Do you keep your word?"

Liu Erlong turned her head and glanced at him suspiciously.

"Of course I mean it." Dai Chengfeng kissed her shoulder. "Go to sleep if you're tired. We have to get up early tomorrow."

Liu Erlong finally relaxed. Indeed, the ordeal she had just gone through had exhausted her.

She snuggled closer to him, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

As Dai Chengfeng listened to the gradually even breathing of the person in his arms, a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He pulled the thin blanket over the two of them and closed his eyes.

As dawn broke, Dai Chengfeng woke up first.

He looked down at Liu Erlong, who was still fast asleep in his arms. Her sleeping face was peaceful, and there was even a faint smile on her lips.

He carefully withdrew his arm without disturbing her, and quietly got up.

After getting dressed, his gaze fell on the small, light purple object on the bedside table.

It lay there quietly, its surface covered with a thin, almost imperceptible layer of 'white frost,' gleaming with a warm and subtle luster in the morning light.

A smile flashed in Dai Chengfeng's eyes as he reached out and picked it up.

It was slightly cool to the touch, still carrying the warmth and scent of last night.

He gently stroked the flowing cloud pattern with his fingertips, then with a thought, he stored it in his storage ring.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Liu Erlong's forehead, then couldn't resist lightly pecking her slightly swollen lips before turning around and quietly leaving the room.

Liu Erlong seemed to sense something in her sleep, and unconsciously groaned, reaching out to touch the side, only to find an empty pillow.

She frowned, but was too sleepy and soon fell into a deep sleep again, only the smile on her lips deepened.

After leaving Liu Erlong's residence, Dai Chengfeng returned directly to the Spirit Hall.

The streets were nearly deserted in the early morning, with only early-rising vendors preparing to open for business.

He walked with a leisurely pace, but upon closer inspection, one could detect a rare hint of languid contentment in his eyes.

When they returned to the Spirit Hall, it was already broad daylight.

Dai Chengfeng did not go straight back to his room, but sat down on the stone bench and closed his eyes to rest.

"Brother Chengfeng?"

A clear, surprised voice came from the corridor. Dai Chengfeng opened his eyes and saw Xiao Wu standing under the corridor, wearing a light pink thin nightgown, her long hair slightly disheveled and draped over her shoulders, clearly preparing to wash up.

The morning light shone through the pillars onto her, making her nightgown somewhat transparent, and her slender figure could be vaguely seen below.

"Good morning, Xiao Wu."

Dai Chengfeng nodded at her, his expression unchanged.

Xiao Wu blinked her beautiful big eyes and walked over barefoot on the cold stone slabs:

"Why are you here so early? Didn't you come back last night?"

"I went out to do something and just came back."

Dai Chengfeng gestured for her to sit down on the stone bench next to him. "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I'm used to getting up early to practice."

Xiao Wu sat down opposite him, resting her chin on her hands, and looked at him curiously. "Brother Chengfeng, you seem to be in a good mood. Is something good happening?"

Dai Chengfeng raised an eyebrow: "So obvious?"

"Ok!"

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously, "You usually smile, but today you seem... a little different."

Dai Chengfeng chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "You're such a little devil."

"I'm not a little kid!"

Xiao Wu muttered to herself, but didn't dodge his hand.

She swung her foot, and the delicate silver anklet on her ankle made a soft tinkling sound as she moved, shimmering in the morning light.

Dai Chengfeng's gaze fell on her ankle, and he suddenly said, "Come here."

"Huh?" Xiao Wu was taken aback.

"Come here and let me take a look," Dai Chengfeng said calmly. "That leg chain seems a little loose."

Xiao Wu's face flushed red.

She bit her lower lip, then stood up and slowly moved in front of him.

Dai Chengfeng reached out and gently touched her slender ankle with his fingers.

Xiao Wu trembled and instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but he grabbed her ankle.

"Don't move," he said in a low voice.

Xiao Wu froze on the spot, feeling as if an electric current was running through the places he touched, spreading all the way to her whole body.

She lowered her head and watched as Dai Chengfeng's slender fingers caressed the silver chain, gently fiddling with the clasp.

His fingers were cold, and when they touched her warm skin, they sent a shiver down her spine.

Xiao Wu held her breath; her heart was pounding.

"It has indeed loosened up a bit."

As Dai Chengfeng spoke, he did not immediately tighten the chain clasp, but instead used his fingertips to slowly stroke upwards along the chain, across her calf.

Xiao Wu's legs were straight and long, and her skin was fair and delicate, resembling fine mutton fat jade in the morning light.

As he stroked her like this, a faint pink hue gradually appeared on her fair skin.

"Brother Chengfeng..."

Xiao Wu's voice trembled, and her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her pajamas.

Dai Chengfeng seemed not to hear him. His fingers continued upward, sliding over her shapely calves and down to her knees.

His movements were slow and gentle, as if he were admiring a precious work of art.

"Xiao Wu's legs are so white."

He suddenly spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying a certain admiration.

Xiao Wu's face turned so red it was almost bleeding. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry and she couldn't utter a single word.

She could feel the warmth of his fingertips, and the gaze upon her, a gaze so tangible it made her body burn.

(End of this chapter)