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

Chapter 670 Are you a vampire?

Bibi Dong bent over, her long hair falling like purple silk, casting a shadow over both of their faces.

She didn't kiss him immediately. Instead, she gently rubbed her nose against Dai Chengfeng's neck. Then, she suddenly lowered her head and gently bit his neck.

Dai Chengfeng gasped in surprise at the sudden sharp pain in his neck, and blurted out:

"Hiss—you're a vampire?"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong paused, and as she looked up, her purple hair brushed against Dai Chengfeng's chin, a hint of doubt in her eyes:

"vampire?"

Dai Chengfeng rubbed his neck, where there were shallow teeth marks from being bitten, and explained in an annoyed tone, "They especially like to come out at night to bite people's necks, and they also love to drink human blood. People who are bitten will turn into their kind of soul beasts."

Bibi Dong scoffed lightly, lifting Dai Chengfeng's chin with her fingertips, her eyes flashing with a hint of mockery:

"I, the dignified Pope of the Spirit Hall, am reduced to a low-level spirit beast in your eyes? If we're really talking about bloodsucking—"

She suddenly leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear, "When I bit you before, I tasted something even more special."

Dai Chengfeng was taken aback, while Bibi Dong had already straightened up, elegantly smoothed her loose purple hair, and glanced at him casually:
"It's just a boring legend, why are you making such a fuss?"

Then, she lowered her head again and accurately took his lower lip into her mouth.

This kiss carried her usual domineering nature. The moment their lips touched, Bibi Dong, with a touch of vengeful force, slowly and deeply plundered them.

A low laugh escaped Dai Chengfeng's throat.

"You..."

He spoke indistinctly, with a languid air of satisfaction and the pleasure of being aroused by her.

He didn't resist; instead, he tilted his head back slightly, letting her control the rhythm, while his hands naturally gripped her waist, pressing her even closer to him.

After kissing for a long time, Bibi Dong finally stepped back a little, panting, her purple eyes glistening with tears and a hint of smugness.

Looking at her like this, Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened, and his eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.

He reached out, his fingertips gently tracing the corner of her lips, which were slightly red and swollen from being kissed, his voice low and husky with affection:
"Dong'er is unusually fierce today."

Bibi Dong snorted and lightly patted his chest: "Who told you to push your luck like that just now?"

As she spoke, she leaned down and pecked him on the lips, as if stamping a declaration of her ownership.

Dai Chengfeng was amused by her series of little actions and burst out laughing, causing her body to tremble slightly.

He suddenly rolled over, pinning her back onto the bed, and whispered in her ear, "And now? Still want to keep yelling at me?"

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, about to retort, when suddenly, as if remembering something, her gaze shifted slightly. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice softening, carrying a hint of command yet tinged with a touch of coquettishness:
"Take me to the shower."

Dai Chengfeng paused, raising an eyebrow at her: "...Didn't you just wash up?"

Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a meaningful smile curved her lips: "You didn't wash."

As she spoke, she lightly drew a circle on his chest with her fingertip, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear: "Covered in sweat... filthy."

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, his eyes instantly darkening with a hint of amusement and danger.
"Oh? So the teacher means... we have to finish it all later?"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's cheeks instantly flushed red. She raised her hand and smacked him hard on the forehead, glaring at him through gritted teeth.
"Shameless!"

But that glare didn't have any deterrent effect; instead, it looked just like a child's tantrum.

Her ears were so red they were almost bleeding, but she stubbornly insisted, "Stop talking nonsense and carry me over."

Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened. He stopped teasing her, leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips, then swept her up in his arms and lifted her into his arms. "Yes, ma'am!"

Bibi Dong exclaimed "Ah!" and instinctively hugged his neck tighter, scolding, "Be gentle!"

"It won't be any lighter."

Dai Chengfeng lowered his head and nuzzled her nose. "My Dong'er is too light. I'm afraid she'll fly away if I'm not careful."

Bibi Dong's heart softened at his words, but she retorted sharply, "You smooth talker."

Dai Chengfeng carried her through the beaded curtain and towards the small bath in the side room of the bedroom.

It was a separate hot spring pool, surrounded by white jade, with a few freshly picked crape myrtle petals floating on the surface, and the air filled with a faint floral fragrance and the warm smell of sulfur.

He gently placed Bibi Dong on the soft couch that had been prepared by the pool, then squatted down and reached out to undo the silk robe that was already loose and unrecognizable on her body.

Bibi Dong raised her hand and pressed down on his wrist, her voice tinged with embarrassment and annoyance: "I can do it myself."

Dai Chengfeng didn't let go; instead, he held her hand tightly, intertwined their fingers, and lowered his head to kiss her fingertips.
"Let me serve His Majesty this once, hmm?"

Bibi Dong glared at him, but ultimately didn't refuse again. She just turned her head away, her ear tips turning bright red.

Dai Chengfeng moved extremely lightly and slowly, as if he were disassembling the most precious piece of porcelain in the world.

He first completely untied the ribbons of her silk robe, and the thin fabric slid down her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair, jade-like skin.

Morning light streamed in through the glass window on the side, falling on her shoulders, collarbone, waistline... making every part seem to be coated with a layer of fine light.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was low and hoarse: "So beautiful."

Bibi Dong felt hot all over from his gaze. She raised her hands to cover herself, but he grabbed her hands and gently pressed them onto his shoulders.

"Don't block it."

He leaned down and placed a kiss on her collarbone. "I want to take a good look at my Dong'er."

Bibi Dong bit her lip and finally stopped struggling, letting him completely remove her robe.

She walked barefoot on the warm jade ground, her long hair flowing freely, her purple eyes half-closed, like a jade sculpture of a beautiful woman shrouded in morning mist.

Dai Chengfeng got up, picked her up again, and slowly walked down the jade steps of the bath.

The warm water instantly reached their calves and then their waists.

Bibi Dong gasped softly as the water scalded her, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Dai Chengfeng chuckled and submerged her entirely in the water, leaving only her shoulders and above exposed.

He also took off his outer robe, leaving only his underpants, and then held her as he sat on the raised jade platform in the pool, letting her sit on his lap.

Rippling water, crape myrtle petals clung to her shoulder with the current, only to be gently brushed away by his fingertips.

Bibi Dong leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth of his palm tracing her back, and said lazily, "...Help me wash."

Dai Chengfeng responded, took a small bottle of floral dew from the jade plate beside him, poured it into his palm and rubbed it to create fine foam, then gently massaged it starting from her shoulders.

His hands were large, calloused, yet exceptionally gentle. From his shoulder blades to his lower back, and then to his sides, every inch seemed to have been meticulously sketched and treasured by him.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, enjoying this rare moment of being pampered and relaxed.

Until—Dai Chengfeng's hand suddenly moved downwards and grasped one of her slender feet, which was submerged in the water.

(End of this chapter)