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

Chapter 615 Xiao Wu's Curiosity, Long Legs

The tea was brewed yesterday and had cooled down completely. It tasted slightly bitter, but it was just right to relieve the heat from walking all the way.

He picked up his teacup, but didn't drink it immediately. His gaze fell on the swaying tea, and the scene in the square uncontrollably resurfaced in his mind.

Ma Hongjun and Tang San...

The scene was indescribably strange, yet it subtly revealed a kind of eerie harmony.

Ma Hongjun's rugged and rounded appearance contrasts sharply with Tang San's delicate and graceful figure when they stand together.

The eagerness in Ma Hongjun's eyes, the shyness on Tang San's face...

Dai Chengfeng took a sip of her cool tea, a playful smile unconsciously appearing on his face.

This world is getting more and more interesting, so interesting that even he can't quite understand it anymore.

The changes brought about by the Soul Shaping Pill seem to be triggering a series of chain reactions that even he, the alchemist, had not anticipated.

"Brother Chengfeng?"

A soft, feather-like voice came from the courtyard gate, interrupting Dai Chengfeng's thoughts.

He turned his head and his eyes lit up slightly.

Xiao Wu was standing at the gate of the courtyard, one hand holding the door frame, with half of her body leaning inside.

Today she changed into a well-tailored white long dress, the hem of which reached just to her knees, revealing a pair of straight, slender, and perfectly shaped calves.

Those legs were dazzlingly white in the morning light, their skin as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade, without a single flaw.

She wore a pair of white high heels with slender heels, which made her ankles look more delicate and her calves look more graceful and slender.

Her long hair was not loose as usual, but tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head with a silver ribbon, revealing her smooth and full forehead and slender and graceful neck.

A few stray hairs fell from her forehead, swaying gently with her movements.

Her eyes were large and bright, with long, curled eyelashes. She was looking at Dai Chengfeng with a smile, her eyes reflecting the green shadows of the sycamore leaves and the dappled sunlight.

"Xiao Wu."

Dai Chengfeng smiled and put down his teacup. "You look beautiful today."

A faint blush rose on Xiaowu's face, and she smiled, a smile that carried the shyness unique to young girls and the joy of being praised.

She stepped into the courtyard, her high heels clicking crisply and rhythmically on the bluestone slabs, each step as light as a dance.

She sat down on the stone chair next to Dai Chengfeng, her hands folded on her knees. Her posture was upright, her back straight, yet she did not appear stiff; instead, she exuded a natural elegance.

Her white skirt rode up slightly as she sat down, revealing a small section of her fair thigh, but she didn't seem to care.

Or rather, she had long been accustomed to this unintentional closeness in front of Dai Chengfeng.

"Brother Chengfeng, were you talking to yourself just now?"

Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "I think I heard you say... Tang San?"

Her voice was soft, filled with curiosity and a hint of barely perceptible probing.

Dai Chengfeng nodded, not hiding anything: "I saw it on the way back."

"really?"

Xiao Wu's eyes brightened even more, and she leaned forward slightly, a movement that caused her neckline to open slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

"You saw Tang San? How is he? We've been separated for so many years, I can hardly remember what he used to look like..."

She asked a series of questions, her tone full of joy and anticipation—a genuine longing for her deceased friend.

Dai Chengfeng looked at her excited appearance, but his expression was somewhat strange.

How can Xiao Wu see Tang San as he is now?

That Tang San, whose original appearance was almost unrecognizable? That Tang San, who was looked at and teased by Ma Hongjun with that kind of gaze and tone?
He could almost imagine how Xiao Wu would react when she saw Tang San's current appearance.

Shock? Confusion? Or... some other more complex emotion?
Dai Chengfeng picked up his teacup and took another sip of the cool tea. The icy liquid slid down his throat, clearing his chaotic thoughts slightly.

He put down the cup, his fingers gently stroking the smooth surface, his mind racing as he considered how to answer.

"He's alright."

Dai Chengfeng carefully chose his words, opting for the most conservative approach: "It seems... his cultivation is progressing well."

"That's good."

Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders relaxing. She rested her chin on her hands, elbows on the stone table, her gaze somewhat unfocused as she looked at a corner of the sky beyond the courtyard wall.

"I haven't seen Tang San in a long time, I really want to see him."

"I wonder what he looks like now, whether he's still the same as before..."

Her voice gradually lowered, as if she were talking to herself.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows on her face, making her expression appear somewhat hazy and distant.

Dai Chengfeng gazed at her quietly.

Xiao Wu is indeed very beautiful today. Her beauty is not something that is deliberately sculpted, but rather a natural and vibrant charm.

The white dress accentuated her snow-white skin, and her high ponytail looked neat and tidy, yet a few wisps of hair added a touch of softness.

Further down were her bare legs, almost transparently white in the sunlight, with skin so smooth that no pores were visible. Her knees were rounded, and her calves had smooth, beautiful lines that extended all the way into her white high heels.

As Dai Chengfeng watched, his large hand unconsciously reached out and gently placed his palm on her bare knee.

It was soft and smooth to the touch, its skin as delicate as fine silk, and it carried the warmth of a living person.

He could feel the shape of the bones beneath his skin; the rounded kneecaps protruded slightly in his palm.

Xiao Wu trembled slightly, like a startled fawn.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, the blush spreading down her neck and even her earlobes turned an alluring pink.

Her eyelashes drooped, her gaze falling on Dai Chengfeng's hands, but she didn't look away. Instead, her fingers, resting on her knees, curled up slightly, the tips turning white.

She pursed her lips, her pale pink lips turning slightly white, before regaining their color and glistening with moisture when she released them.

Her breathing seemed to become a little rapid, her chest rose and fell slightly, and the neckline of her white dress swayed gently with her breathing.

Dai Chengfeng's fingers gently caressed her knees, his palms feeling her delicate skin and warm body temperature.

His movements were very light, with a kind of unintentional intimacy.

Her thoughts were still on Tang San, and that hand gesture seemed more like an unconscious action than a deliberate one.

Unconsciously, his fingers moved upwards, tracing the delicate skin of Xiaowu's thigh.

The skin there was even softer and more sensitive. He could feel Xiaowu's body tense up instantly, like a fully drawn bow.

"Brother Chengfeng..."

Xiao Wu called out softly, her voice trembling slightly, like a feather gently brushing against the tip of the heart.

Dai Chengfeng suddenly came to his senses and looked down to see that his hand had moved from Xiao Wu's knee to the middle of her thigh, and a few inches higher, it would touch the edge of her inner skirt.

The temperature of the skin beneath his palms seemed to rise, and he could feel Xiao Wu's muscles trembling slightly.

He coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, and withdrew his hand. As his fingertips left, they inadvertently brushed against Xiao Wu's soft skin, causing her to tremble again.

"I'm used to it, I'm used to it..."

Dai Chengfeng touched his nose, trying to cover up his earlier lapse in composure with a lighthearted tone.

(End of this chapter)