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

Chapter 624 'Special' Clothes
“Yes,” Dai Chengfeng nodded with a smile, taking out a gift box from his storage soul guide ring.

He had bought it a few days ago. The gift box looked unremarkable on the surface, but as Dai Chengfeng opened the lid, he took out a neatly folded garment with gentle movements...

Then, he stood in front of Bibi Dong.

The light danced on his handsome profile, reflecting the anticipation flickering in his eyes.

"This is it."

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng carefully unfolded the clothes, a smile on his face like he was showing off a treasure.

However, Bibi Dong only glanced at it, and her entire face turned bright red, even her fair neck was tinged with crimson.

That was indeed a "clothing"—if that nearly transparent tulle could be called clothing.

The black material was incredibly thin and light, almost transparent in the flickering candlelight, allowing one to clearly see the outline of the object opposite.

And its design... is simply astounding!
The areas that should be covered are not covered at all; instead, the waist, back, and other areas are covered with lace designs.

The materials used are undoubtedly top-notch, and the workmanship is exquisite; every detail reveals the maker's dedication...

But this made Bibi Dong even more ashamed and indignant, because it meant that such a "shameless" garment had been made with such solemnity.

"you……"

Bibi Dong pointed at the clothes, her fingers trembling slightly, whether from anger or embarrassment, she asked, "Where did you get this?"

Her voice tried to maintain the Pope's dignity, but the slight tremor betrayed her true emotions.

Dai Chengfeng looked completely innocent, his eyes so pure it was as if he had only produced an ordinary formal suit.
"I specially found the best tailor in Wuhun City to make it according to your measurements. It took a full half month. Don't you like it, Teacher?"

like?

How could she possibly like this... this kind of clothing is practically pushing her limits!
Bibi Dong turned her face away, her ears burning red as if they were about to bleed, her voice filled with suppressed shame and indignation:
"Take it away, immediately. I can't wear something like this."

"Give it a try, teacher."

Dai Chengfeng leaned closer, his warm breath almost brushing against her ear, his voice carrying a soft, coquettish tone, "Just try it, I guarantee it will suit you perfectly."

"You have fair skin, you would look absolutely stunning in black."

"Dai Chengfeng!"

Bibi Dong finally couldn't help but scold him by name, trying to use harshness to cover up her inner panic.

"Mind your place, and mind mine. I am the Pope, not one of those people you can just mess around with."

Instead of retreating, Dai Chengfeng stepped forward and gently grasped her hand, which was hanging by her side. Her hand was slightly cold, a stark contrast to his warmth.

“In my heart, you are first and foremost Bibidon, and only then the Pope.”

His voice softened, and his fingertips gently caressed the back of her hand. "Just this once, okay? If you really don't like it, I swear I'll never mention it again."

Most people would have softened at the sight of such a plea, but Bibi Dong was no ordinary person.

She is the ruler of the Spirit Hall, a powerful woman who has weathered countless storms and seen through the treacherous nature of human hearts. She has long been accustomed to encasing herself in solid ice.

"There's no point in acting like a baby."

She tried to make her voice sound as cold and hard as iron, but the slight tremor at the end of her voice betrayed her: "I'll say it one last time, take it."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind using my soul power to burn it to ashes."

Dai Chengfeng stared at her forced composure—her slightly trembling eyelashes, her tightly pursed lips, and the gentle curve of her neck as she moved with tension.

He knew that success was impossible today.

He sighed softly with some disappointment, but there was no anger in his sigh, only a faint regret.

"Okay." He obediently folded the clothes again, his movements still gentle. "I'll put them away for now, and you can wear them when you want."

"That day will never come."

Bibi Dong immediately retorted, her tone resolute.

Dai Chengfeng simply smiled, a sly glint flashing in his eyes that she failed to catch.

He carefully put the black gauze back into his storage ring, then turned and walked back to Bibi Dong's side.

He knew the principle that haste makes waste, especially when dealing with a woman like Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong are completely different...

Liu Erlong is fiery, with clear likes and dislikes, her emotions written all over her face, and her mind is simple and easy to understand;
Bibi Dong is like water, calm on the surface but with undercurrents surging beneath. She is used to disguising herself with authority and indifference, burying her true emotions deep in her heart and not easily showing them to others.

To melt such ice, what is needed is lasting warmth, not temporary heat.

He needs patience, gentleness, and to gradually lower her guard on her own.

"Are you tired, teacher?"

Dai Chengfeng changed the subject, his voice softening as if the "storm" had never happened. "You've handled so much government business today, are your shoulders stiff again?"

"Let's go take a bath; the hot springs can relieve fatigue."

Bibi Dong glanced at him and nodded.

My tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and the fatigue of the day really came over me at this moment, especially after he made such a fuss, I felt even more exhausted.

Dai Chengfeng smiled and suddenly bent down, putting one hand under her knees and the other around her back, easily lifting her up in his arms.

"what are you doing!"

Bibi Dong gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself.

"I'll carry you there."

Dai Chengfeng answered matter-of-factly, carrying her steadily toward the hot spring room deep inside the palace, saying, "Teacher is tired, so we should save her some energy."

"I can walk by myself."

She protested in a low voice, but did not loosen her grip.

The position was too intimate; her cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and she could feel the strong, powerful muscles beneath his clothes and smell his fresh, sun-kissed scent.

His heartbeat was steady and strong, transmitted through her chest, which strangely reassured her.

“I know you can walk.”

Dai Chengfeng's voice came from above, with a faint smile, "But I want to hold you."

Such blunt words made Bibi Dong's face flush again. She stopped talking and simply turned her face slightly away to avoid his warm breath.

The hot spring room is located at the deepest part of the palace and is Bibi Dong's private resting place.

As you push open the door, a gentle, moist breeze carrying a faint floral fragrance wafts out.

Several soft, silken lamps were lit inside, casting a hazy, moonlit glow.

The hot spring pool is made of white jade and is spacious enough to accommodate more than ten people. Freshly picked rose and jasmine petals float on the surface of the water, and rising steam envelops the entire space in a dreamlike warm mist.

Dai Chengfeng carefully placed Bibi Dong on the soft couch by the pool. The couch was covered with a thick velvet blanket, which was soft and comfortable to the touch.

Then, he naturally reached out and began to untie the intricate ties of her papal robes.

(End of this chapter)