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

Chapter 623 Bibi Dong's Annoyance: She Wants Her Teacher to Try on a Piece of Clothing
The palace was quiet for a moment, with only the faint sound of wind coming from outside the window.

After a long while, Bibi Dong finally came to her senses, her voice still steady:
"I understand. If there is nothing else important, you may leave."

"Yes, I am resigning."

Yue Guan respectfully responded, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Bibi Dong stood in front of the door for a while longer after Yue Guan's footsteps had completely disappeared before slowly turning around.

Her expression had returned to calm, but the complex emotion deep in her eyes had not completely disappeared.

Dai Chengfeng got up from the bed, walked to her, and gently took her hand.

Her hands were a little cold, so he wrapped them in his own hands, warming them little by little.

“Teacher,” he called softly.

Bibi Dong looked up at him, but didn't say anything. She simply raised her face slightly and closed her eyes.

Dai Chengfeng lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

This kiss was gentler than the last, carrying a soothing meaning.

Bibi Dong stood on tiptoe to respond to the kiss.

After a long while, the two separated again, their breathing somewhat disordered.

Bibi Dong gently pushed Dai Chengfeng away, tidied her slightly disheveled long hair, and whispered:

"I still have some official business to attend to. Why don't you... go sit over there for a while?"

Dai Chengfeng nodded and obediently walked to the bedside and sat down, watching her walk towards the large desk.

There were some documents and files piled on the desk, which were official business that Bibi Dong had not yet had time to deal with today.

Bibi Dong sat down in that ornate chair, lit the candlesticks on the table, and the warm yellow light illuminated her delicate profile.

She picked up a document and began to read it, her expression focused and serious.

At this moment, she was once again the majestic pope, as if the person who had just responded passionately in her arms was merely an illusion.

But Dai Chengfeng knew that it wasn't an illusion.

He stood up, walked behind her, and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

Bibi Dong paused slightly, but did not stop her.

Dai Chengfeng began to massage her shoulders and neck with moderate pressure.

"Um……"

Bibi Dong unconsciously let out a soft sigh, and her tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

Although it wasn't the first time Dai Chengfeng had massaged her, she would always marvel at how skilled this rebellious disciple was.

The perfect pressure and precise acupressure helped her gradually dispel the fatigue she had accumulated throughout the day.

"The teacher has been working too hard lately."

Dai Chengfeng spoke softly as he massaged her.

Bibi Dong didn't answer; she simply closed her eyes and enjoyed his perfectly timed service.

Dai Chengfeng's hands were warm, with calluses on his fingertips, and they brought a comfortable feeling when pressed against her skin.

However, this comfort did not last long.

As Bibi Dong completely relaxed and immersed herself in the comfort of the massage, Dai Chengfeng's hands began to wander.

His movements still resembled a massage, but his hands slowly slid down, moving from the shoulders to the back and then to the sides of the waist.

His fingertips lightly brushed against her sensitive skin, carrying a tantalizing warmth.

Bibi Dong's body tensed up again, this time not because of fatigue, but because of some strange feeling.

She bit her lip, not saying anything to stop it, but simply kept her eyes closed, pretending she knew nothing.

Consider it payment for his massage.

She thought this through, trying to convince herself.

But Dai Chengfeng was clearly not satisfied with this.

His hand became increasingly intrusive, slowly moving up from her waist to her front. Bibi Dong felt his hand gently covering her through the fabric of her papal robe, and then, with a light but firm squeeze.

"you……"

Bibi Dong finally couldn't help but open her eyes, turn her head to glare at him, and blushed.

Dai Chengfeng looked at her innocently, but his hands didn't stop moving: "Teacher, I'm helping you relax."

"Are you relaxing?"

Bibi Dong's voice was filled with embarrassment and annoyance. She grabbed Dai Chengfeng's restless hand, trying to remove it from her body.

But Dai Chengfeng grabbed her hand in return, and with his other hand he took the opportunity to unbutton her papal robe.

One, two... His movements were neither hurried nor slow, yet they carried an unyielding persistence.

"Dai Chengfeng!"

Bibi Dong gave a low shout and tried to stand up, but he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pinned her to the chair.

"Don't move, teacher," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe. "It'll be over soon."

It'll be over soon? What do you mean, it'll be over soon?
Bibi Dong was both angry and ashamed. She tried to struggle, but found that she was no match for him at all.

Dai Chengfeng's strength was astonishing; his arms were like iron hoops, encircling her and rendering her unable to move.

With his other hand, he had already unbuttoned all her clothes and pulled the papal robe off her shoulders.

The cool air touched her skin, and Bibi Dong couldn't help but shiver slightly. Underneath her papal robes, she wore only a thin undergarment, which was now disheveled, revealing large expanses of fair skin and delicate collarbones.

Dai Chengfeng's gaze deepened, and the temperature in his eyes rose higher and higher.

His hand caressed her bare shoulder, his fingertips slowly tracing her smooth skin...

"enough……"

Bibi Dong's voice was already panting. She grabbed Dai Chengfeng's hand, pushed him away forcefully, and then quickly pulled her clothes back up and buttoned them up again.

Dai Chengfeng was pushed away, but he wasn't angry. He just stood aside and watched her hurriedly tidy her clothes, with a smile in his eyes.

Bibi Dong straightened her clothes, turned around and glared at him. Her face was still flushed, and her eyes were glistening with tears. Instead of being intimidating, she exuded a unique charm.

“You stay out of the way for now,” she tried to make her voice sound stern, but a slight tremor betrayed her. “We’ll talk after I finish these official duties.”

Dai Chengfeng looked at her forced composure and his smile deepened.

He knows when to stop, and he's already had enough fun today.

So he obediently nodded, walked to the bedside and sat down, no longer disturbing her.

Bibi Dong was somewhat surprised to see him so obedient.

She glanced at him to make sure he wouldn't cause any more trouble before taking a deep breath and refocusing her attention on the documents on the table.

But this time, her efficiency was clearly not as good as before.

The images from earlier kept replaying in her mind, making it impossible for her to concentrate.

Time passed by, and the palace was so quiet that only the faint sound of candlelight burning and the scratching of pen tips across paper could be heard.

Dai Chengfeng sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching Bibi Dong.

After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong finally put down her pen and closed the last document.

She rubbed her slightly sore neck and let out a soft sigh of relief.

Dai Chengfeng immediately stood up, walked to her side, and naturally took her hand to continue massaging her.

"Is it all done?" he asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, enjoying his service, her voice filled with the relaxation that comes after exhaustion.

Dai Chengfeng's hand slid from her neck to her shoulder, kneading it with moderate pressure. After a while, as if suddenly remembering something, he said:

"Oh, right, teacher, I have a piece of clothing I'd like you to try on."

Bibi Dong opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion: "Clothes?"

(End of this chapter)