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

Chapter 625 The Warmth of Bathing with Bibi Dong

Bibi Dong's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, but this time she did not stop him. She simply turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on the rising mist in the pool, letting his fingers move in front of her.

The magnificent and heavy papal robes were removed, folded, and placed aside, followed by the outer garment embroidered with gold patterns, and then the inner garment...

As layers of fabric were peeled away, her skin was gradually exposed to the warm, humid air.

Finally, she was left with only a thin silk petticoat, the semi-transparent material barely covering anything, outlining her graceful curves under the light.

Dai Chengfeng's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

In the misty steam, her skin was as white as jade, with a pearly luster, and a faint pink tinge from her shyness.

A few strands of her wet, long hair clung to her cheeks, making her usually dignified face appear breathtakingly gentle.

As the last piece of clothing was removed, Dai Chengfeng gently picked up Bibi Dong again and stepped into the warm spring water.

The warm spring water instantly enveloped her entire body, and the perfect temperature made Bibi Dong unconsciously let out a barely audible sigh.

She leaned against the smooth pool wall, closed her eyes, and let the warmth seep into every inch of her tense muscles.

Dai Chengfeng also stepped into the pool and sat down beside her.

The two were an arm's length apart, neither too close nor too far.

He didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.

The water rippled gently, and the petals touched the skin with the ripples, bringing a slight tickle.

After a long while, Bibi Dong finally spoke softly, her voice exceptionally clear in the empty hot spring room: "You're always like this."

"What do you mean?" Dai Chengfeng asked in a low, gentle voice.

"Excessive."

She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

The moisture made her eyes look wet, less sharp than usual, and more hazy. "Taking it step by step, testing my bottom line."

Dai Chengfeng smiled, his smile appearing somewhat blurred in the misty steam, yet exceptionally gentle.

"Because I know that a teacher's bottom line is not as unbreakable as it seems."

He paused, then slowly moved closer. "Moreover, I am not testing you, but pleading—pleading that you, occasionally, can set aside those burdens and simply be Bibi Dong."

"The identity of the Pope is an inseparable part of myself."

Bibi Dong looked away and gazed at the petals floating on the water.

“Then allow ‘Pope Bibi Dong’ to occasionally have a moment that belongs to ‘woman Bibi Dong’.”

Dai Chengfeng's voice drew closer, his warm breath almost brushing against Bibi Dong's earlobe, "In front of me, you don't always need to be so strong, so perfect."

Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.

She turned around and met his eyes, which were so close to hers.

"You are too presumptuous."

She spoke in a low voice, but there was little hint of reproach in her tone.

"Because you are Bibi Dong..."

Dai Chengfeng readily admitted that they had grown closer, and now there was almost no distance between them.

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe unintentionally.

Bibi Dong trembled slightly.

"teacher."

"Hmm?" Bibi Dong responded unconsciously.

"You are so beautiful."

Dai Chengfeng whispered, his gaze slowly moving from her eyes to her lips.

Soon, Dai Chengfeng gently stroked her chin with his thumb, then slowly lifted her face.

"Is it alright, teacher?"

Bibi Dong did not answer.

Instead, she watched Dai Chengfeng slowly approach and closed her eyes.

It was an extremely tender kiss.

It started with just a light touch of lips, tentative and cautious.

Then, he deepened the kiss slightly and patiently waited for her response.

Bibi Dong's breathing became erratic. Her hand had somehow climbed onto his shoulder, her fingers unconsciously tightening and crumpling the soaked fabric.

She responded awkwardly, and this realization filled Dai Chengfeng with an indescribable feeling of pity and satisfaction.

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer into his embrace.

"Open your eyes, teacher," Dai Chengfeng coaxed softly.

Bibi Dong slowly raised her eyelids and met his smiling eyes.

"You see, taking a break now and then isn't that difficult, is it?"

Dai Chengfeng spoke softly, releasing Bibi Dong and stroking her slightly swollen lips with his thumb.

Bibi Dong didn't answer, but buried her face in his shoulder. This gesture, which carried a sense of dependence, made Dai Chengfeng's heart melt completely.

He patted her back gently, as if comforting a child.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"Mmm," she responded listlessly.

"Then I won't say it, I don't want to." Dai Chengfeng pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against him. "Just like this, stay here for a while."

The hot spring room fell silent again, with only the gentle ripples of water and the mingling of breaths.

Bibi Dong leaned against Dai Chengfeng's chest, a long-lost feeling of peace spreading through her heart.

“That dress…” she suddenly spoke, her voice very soft.

"Hmm?" Dai Chengfeng lowered his head, his chin gently resting on the top of her head.

"It's really...too much," she whispered, her ears turning red again.

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, "I know."

Dai Chengfeng frankly admitted, "I just... wanted to see how you would react."

"You!" Bibi Dong raised her head and glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed.

"I was wrong."

Dai Chengfeng immediately admitted his mistake, but there was no trace of remorse in his eyes, only a smile. "But I still think you would look beautiful in it."

"But there's no rush. I can wait until the day you're ready."

"That day will never come."

Bibi Dong reiterated, but her tone was not as resolute as before.

Dai Chengfeng simply smiled and stopped arguing.

He pulled Bibi Dong back into his arms, his fingers gently stroking her wet hair.

The water gradually cooled down.

Dai Chengfeng carried Bibi Dong out of the hot spring and carefully dried her body with a soft, thick towel, every movement gentle and devout.

Bibi Dong kept her eyes down the whole time, letting him serve her, her cheeks always flushed with a faint blush.

After changing into a clean bathrobe, Dai Chengfeng carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the large, soft bed.

Dai Chengfeng placed Bibi Dong on the inside of the bed, while he lay down on the outside.

He didn't immediately embrace her; instead, he turned to the side and quietly watched her in the dim light.

Bibi Dong's eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes. She used a soft towel to gently absorb the moisture from her wet hair, which was then spread out on the pillow, exuding a fresh, languid fragrance after a bath.

Dai Chengfeng stared for a long time before reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp.

"Go to sleep, teacher."

Bibi Dong did not respond, but her body gradually softened in his arms.

He didn't know how much time had passed, so long that Dai Chengfeng thought she had fallen asleep, but then he felt the person in his arms move very slightly.

"too heavy."

She mumbled softly, her voice heavy with sleepiness and indistinct, as if complaining about his arm around her waist.

Dai Chengfeng smiled silently, loosening his grip slightly but not pulling away. "How about this?"

"……Um."

She responded almost inaudibly, and then fell silent.

(End of this chapter)