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

Chapter 621 A Kiss, Yue Guan's Report
Bibi Dong turned her head slightly to avoid Dai Chengfeng's burning gaze.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a hazy glow on her exquisite profile. Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eyelids, trembling as she blinked gently.

She subconsciously recalled what the Rakshasa God had said to her before.

"To continue with the divine test, one must be thorough..."

Although the decision has been made and preparations are underway.

But at this moment, when Dai Chengfeng's warm hand grasped her ankle, and when his familiar scent enveloped her, Bibi Dong still felt an overwhelming sense of panic.

She is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, a figure above all others, and a decisive and powerful woman.

But in front of Dai Chengfeng, she would always unconsciously shed that hard shell and reveal her true self, who was also uneasy and shy.

This feeling was both unfamiliar and unsettling.

Dai Chengfeng looked at her quietly, his gaze lingering on her slightly reddened earlobe for a moment.

He chuckled softly.

"Teacher," he called softly, a hint of mockery in his voice, "what are you thinking about?"

Bibi Dong did not answer; the profile of her face appeared even softer in the moonlight.

She felt Dai Chengfeng's breathing getting closer and closer, his warm breath spraying onto the sensitive skin of her neck, causing her to tremble slightly involuntarily.

The next second, a gentle kiss landed on her neck.

The kiss started lightly, as if testing the waters, or perhaps soothing them.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the bed sheet beneath her.

But she didn't push him away, nor did she scold the "rebellious disciple" as she usually did; she simply let him kiss her quietly.

Dai Chengfeng's kisses gradually intensified, transforming from gentle touches into warm, sucking kisses.

He still held her ankle with one hand, while his other hand had somehow wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer into his embrace.

Bibi Dong could feel the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric onto her skin, feel his breathing gradually quickening, and feel her own heart pounding like a drum.

A strange sensation spread from the spot where he had kissed her, like an electric current, running up her spine and making Bibi Dong's whole body tingle slightly.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow on her cheeks.

Dai Chengfeng's kiss slowly moved up her neck, across her chin, and finally landed on her lips.

It was a very gentle kiss, starting with just their lips touching, very cautiously.

Bibi Dong's breath hitched for a moment, and then, as Dai Chengfeng gently traced the shape of her lips, she finally loosened her clenched teeth...

This tacit approval is like a signal.

Dai Chengfeng held the back of her head with one hand, while his other hand gently caressed her waist.

Bibi Dong was initially a little stiff, but soon, under Dai Chengfeng's gentle yet firm offensive, her body gradually softened.

She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

The palace was so quiet that only the sounds of their kissing and their increasingly rapid breathing could be heard.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the two people hugging each other.

The kiss lasted a long time, so long that Bibi Dong felt her consciousness becoming somewhat blurred.

Dai Chengfeng finally released her lips only when he had almost run out of air in his lungs.

The two embraced, both breathing heavily, their warm breaths mingling together.

Bibi Dong's cheeks were flushed with an alluring blush, and her usually aloof eyes were now glistening with moisture, carrying a hint of bewilderment.

Her lips were slightly swollen from the kisses, glistening with moisture in the moonlight.

The papal robes were somewhat disheveled, with the collar slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and a patch of fair skin.

Dai Chengfeng's gaze fell on her face, his eyes filled with undisguised fervor and deep affection.

He reached out and gently stroked her slightly swollen lips with his fingertips, the movement incredibly tender.

“Teacher…” Bibi Dong looked at the handsome face so close to hers, opened her mouth as if to say something.

But at this moment——

"Your Holiness, I have important matters to report."

Yue Guan's voice suddenly rang out outside the palace, respectful yet somewhat urgent.

Bibi Dong shuddered and broke free from Dai Chengfeng's embrace almost instantly.

Her movements were astonishingly fast; the fleeting look of confusion and tenderness on her face vanished instantly, replaced by her usual calm and authority.

Even upon closer inspection, one can still see the lingering blush on the tips of her ears.

Dai Chengfeng didn't stop her; he just sat quietly on the bed, watching her quickly tidy up her disheveled clothes and long hair.

He knew Bibi Dong's personality all too well. In front of outsiders, she was always the high and mighty, inviolable Pope.

"do not move."

Bibi Dong whispered to Dai Chengfeng, while quickly tidying up the papal robes.

Her movements were practiced and swift, clearly not the first time she had regained her composure in an emergency.

Dai Chengfeng nodded, indicating that he understood.

Although he usually likes to tease Bibi Dong, he is also able to distinguish between different occasions.

He might still dare to act recklessly when Hu Liena arrives, because she is a woman.

But Yue Guan is different—although he has a feminine personality, he is ultimately a man.

Soon, Bibi Dong took a deep breath, confirming that she had returned to her usual appearance, before slowly walking to the palace door. She didn't open the door, but instead asked through the door in a calm, unwavering voice:

"What's the matter?"

Her voice had returned to its usual cool and aloof tone, carrying the unique majesty of a pope, completely devoid of the emotion she had displayed moments before.

"Your Majesty, I have an important matter to report. It concerns the young master's return to the city..."

"explain."

Yue Guan respectfully said from outside, "The young master sent back a message from Tian Dou City that her team has entered the vicinity of Wu Hun City. According to the current speed of their journey, they will arrive at Wu Hun City in about three days."

Three days.

Upon hearing this time, Bibi Dong was momentarily dazed.

Qian Renxue is coming back.

That daughter she once resented and distanced herself from, yet unknowingly found herself caring for.

A complex mix of emotions flashed across her eyes—guilt, relief, unease, and a hint of indescribable trepidation.

She recalled that small figure from many years ago, the longing yet cautious look in her eyes when she looked at her, and the invisible barrier between them over the years.

Dai Chengfeng sat on the bed, quietly watching Bibi Dong's back.

Although he couldn't see her expression, he could sense her momentary stiffness and silence.

He knew about the complicated relationship between Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue...

When he heard the word "three days," a sense of anticipation welled up in his heart.

Will I be able to see my little angel in three days?

That proud yet fragile, strong yet needing protection, Qian Renxue.

The girl who blushed and made a promise to him on the eve of their parting.

The young master who would shed all pretense and reveal his truest self in front of him.

Dai Chengfeng's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

(End of this chapter)