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

Chapter 669 Bibi Dong's 'Turning the Tables'

Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, and leaned against his chest.

Her long hair was still damp, strands of it clinging to his neck, cool yet carrying the warm scent of her body after a bath.

The scent of lavender and sandalwood mingled with her unique, sweet fragrance.

Dai Chengfeng lowered his head, gently resting his chin on the top of her head, and took a deep breath.

"Dong'er..."

This was the first time he had called her that in private, his voice low and hoarse, tinged with the effects of alcohol and a long-suppressed emotion.

Bibi Dong did not correct the way she addressed him, but simply hummed softly, wrapped her arms around his waist, and interlocked her fingers on his back.

Her fingertips, through his tight-fitting clothes, slowly traced the curve of his spine, as if confirming whether this person was truly standing here, belonging to her.

"You look very different today."

She whispered, her cheek pressed against his chest, and could clearly hear his heartbeat, which was slightly faster than usual.

"is it?"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled, his voice vibrating from his Adam's apple, sending a subtle tingling sensation to her ears, "Perhaps it's because I thought about a lot of things last night, and as I thought about them, I missed you especially."

Bibi Dong raised her head, her purple eyes meeting his.

The morning light cast dappled shadows on her eyelashes, making her usually cold and dignified eyes look as soft as if they were soaked in honey.

"Grumpy."

She scolded him playfully, but instead of pushing him away, she tiptoed and gently rubbed her nose against his chin, like a lazy, large feline being affectionate.

Dai Chengfeng's Adam's apple bobbed as his hands slowly moved up her waistline, finally stopping at her shoulder blades. Through the thin silk robe, he could clearly feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin.

He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, their noses meeting, their breaths mingling.

"Dong'er, may I kiss you?"

Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her lips curved into a very faint smile: "When did you learn to ask questions? Weren't you always... direct before?"

Before she could finish speaking, Dai Chengfeng had already leaned down and accurately captured her lips in his mouth.

The kiss was very light at first, like a feather brushing against you, carrying a sense of tentative exploration and tenderness.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her eyelashes gently brushing against his cheeks, her hands climbing up the back of his neck, her fingertips digging into his slightly damp hair.

Gradually, the kiss deepened.

Bibi Dong initially offered a token resistance, but then softened and allowed him to plunder her, letting out a very soft sob.

The voice was so soft, yet it seemed to ignite something. Dai Chengfeng's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he tightened his arms, pressing her whole body against him.

The collar of her silk robe slipped to one side due to this movement, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of snow-white shoulder.

The morning light fell there, like a layer of tiny diamonds scattered on the ground.

Dai Chengfeng's kiss moved away from the corner of her lips, down her jawline, and landed on her earlobe, where he gently bit it.

Bibi Dong trembled and couldn't help but whisper, "Chengfeng..."

"Ok?"

His voice was muffled, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin, "Don't you like it?"

"……itch."

Her voice had a slight nasal tone, sounding like she was being coquettish, yet also like she was protesting.

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, his voice excessively sexy: "Then I'll go somewhere else."

He kissed her lips again, this time deeper and with an irresistible force.

Bibi Dong was slightly breathless from the kiss, her hands weakly gripping his clothes, her knuckles turning white.

Her robe, already loose, had now slipped down completely, leaving one shoulder bare and her purple hair disheveled, like a stunning painting.

After a long while, the two finally separated by a small distance.

Bibi Dong was panting, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes glistened with tears.

She raised her hand to straighten her robes, but Dai Chengfeng grabbed her wrist and gently pressed it against his chest. "Don't move," he said in a low, husky voice. "Let me look a little longer."

Bibi Dong glared at him, but didn't actually break free. She simply turned her head away, her ears turning bright red.

"...shameless."

"Isn't it only right that I'm shameless towards you?"

Dai Chengfeng smiled, lowered his head and placed a warm, gentle kiss on her bare shoulder, a kiss that was also possessive. "My Dong'er, you are so beautiful."

Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't say anything more. She simply reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Dai Chengfeng then picked her up and carried her horizontally.

"ah--"

Bibi Dong exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged his neck tightly, "What are you doing?"

"I'll carry you inside."

He walked steadily through the beaded curtain to the soft couch at the innermost part of the bedchamber. "It's too bright here. I'm afraid you'll get sunburned."

Bibi Dong scoffed, "It's clearly you who wanted to do something bad."

Dai Chengfeng lowered his head and pecked her lips: "You guessed it."

He gently placed her on the soft couch, but instead of immediately pressing down on her, he knelt on one knee beside the couch, supporting himself with his hands on either side of her body, and gazed down at her.

The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, falling on Bibi Dong's face and outlining her soft features.

At this moment, she lacked the Pope's majesty and coldness, and was like a violet wet with morning dew, delicate and fragile.

Dai Chengfeng's heart burned with desire. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, then moved to the tip of her nose, then to the corner of her lips, and continued downwards, as if savoring the most precious dessert.

Bibi Dong's body went limp from his kisses, her hands unconsciously clutching his collar as she murmured softly:
"Chengfeng..."

"Not urgent."

His voice was so gentle it could melt your heart, and his fingers loosened the last sash of her robe, the silk sliding down like water to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin. "I have plenty of time..."

Bibi Dong's breathing became erratic, and she raised her hand to cover her eyes, but he gently pulled it away.

"Don't hide."

He kissed her fingertips, one by one, saying, "I want to see you."

Bibi Dong finally gave in, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling him down.

The two figures overlapped behind the gauze curtain, and the morning light filtered through the thin fabric, casting dappled shadows on them.

Dai Chengfeng's kiss landed on her collarbone. Bibi Dong bit her lip, trying to suppress the sound that escaped from her throat, but her soft panting still leaked out.

His hand lingered on her waist, his palm burning hot, his fingertips gently caressing her sensitive side.

“Chengfeng…” Her voice was choked with sobs.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

The gauze curtains swayed gently, the morning light shifted, and birdsong drifted from afar before fading into the distance.

After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong suddenly rolled over and pinned Dai Chengfeng beneath her.

Her long hair cascaded down like a purple waterfall.

Her eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes were covered with tiny beads of sweat, and her lips were bright red, bearing the marks of being kissed.

"It's my turn."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Dai Chengfeng looked at her, his eyes full of smiles and doting affection.

Bibi Dong leaned down and kissed his shoulder, gently nibbling at it with her teeth.

Dai Chengfeng grunted and put his hands around her waist, but did not stop her.