Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

"Light Song One One"

Her words were cut off.

His lips pressed against hers, sucking on them, gently nibbling at them in his mouth, and then tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue.

She instinctively wanted to say something, and slightly opened her mouth. He immediately took advantage of the opening, pried open her teeth with his tongue, and went straight in.

As his breath swept across her palate, his breath filled her, stirring her deep inside and making her dizzy.

Her serpent was entangled by him and forced to dance with him.

The spiritual liquid, which couldn't be contained in time, overflowed, creating a silvery wave.

Her hands, unsure of what to do, eventually rested on his shoulder.

Yue Qingge's hand landed on the plump snow rabbit.

The pressure increases when it passes over a sharp point.

A shiver ran through his body, and he swallowed the words that had escaped his lips.

Her face remained as cold and aloof as ever, but her pupils began to glaze over, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the top of the sedan chair.

That cold facade is peeling away inch by inch, revealing the warmth beneath.

After a long while, Yue Qingge finally let go.

Position shift.

Her fingers lingered on her collarbone for a while, circling around and occasionally swaying gently.

Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and faint red marks immediately appeared where he had applied the medicine.

He stood up from his seat.

She adjusted the angle so that the menacing farm tool landed perfectly on her pair of graceful snow rabbits.

Her clothes were half-undone, and she leaned back in the sedan chair, her snow rabbit leaping about. He stood in front of her, his bulging farm tools facing her softness.

The edges of the crown were fiery red and hot, with bulging veins, creating a stark contrast with her snow-white skin.

"Mother,"

His voice was hoarse and trembling.

I want to use your snow rabbit.

Bibi Dong felt like she must be crazy; she actually nodded.

Gently gather the snow rabbit and push it from both sides toward the middle, and the ravine immediately becomes deeper and tighter.

Her fingers dug into her own flesh, and she looked up at Xiang Yueqingge; the former power was gone from those eyes.

"bring it on."

Yue Qingge took a deep breath, and the menacing farm tools landed between the snow rabbits she had gathered.

The moment the coronal succumbed to the softness, he almost let out a sound.

Like sinking into a sweet ocean, soft, elastic flesh swept in from both sides, engulfing the entire tip.

The upright arc forms a perfect road, and with each step forward, the fair, soft flesh gently ripples.

"Hmm... Qingge... Qingyi... it hurts a little..."

Bibi Dong's voice came from below, intermittently.

A faint blush had risen on her cheeks, making her look more like a complete person.

The snow hare's breathing quickened, and it rose and fell.

Each time, the pair of snow rabbits trembled slightly, and they scored another point around the crown.

The white elixir moistened the snow rabbit, producing a subtle tidal sound with each step it took.

The voice was extremely ambiguous, echoing in the cramped sedan chair.

It ignited the remaining flames between the two.

Her liquid, glistening with the essence, swirled around the crown at the tip, repeatedly grinding against that most sensitive spot.

Yue Qingge's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Each time brings unparalleled comfort, as if all the blood in the body converges at that one point.

My tailbone feels numb and my scalp feels tight.

"Don't be patient!"

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a natural and captivating charm.

She looked up, and her eyes met his.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were misty with tears, and her lips were swollen and red from being kissed, slightly parted, with saliva visible between her pearly teeth with each breath.

"It's good that you've combed it." Her fingers increased the pressure on his tip, her palm rotating and enveloping it, "...Release."

Those three words were like a key, unlocking all his valves.

As another wave of flesh swept in, he could no longer restrain himself.

White breath gushed out, and he adjusted his angle at the last moment.

The waves splashed onto her face.

A streak of white fluid slid across her brow bone, dripped down her nose, and finally reached her slightly parted lips.

Some even clung to her eyelashes, with each blink.

Its movements trembled slightly.

Her cold and proud face was now covered with absurd white flowers.

Yue Qingge looked down at her, the tingling sensation still surging in her eyes, and an indescribable pleasure appeared in her eyes.

It was a kind of almost sacrilegious satisfaction, a conquest that dragged her down from her pedestal.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Leaving Here, No One Will Get Hurt

Bibi Dong took a long time to recover from the impact.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and white waves slid down her cheeks.

She didn't wipe it, but simply closed her eyes, her breathing gradually calming down from rapid to long and even.

Then she raised her hand.

As their soul power surged, a pale golden light enveloped the two of them.

Fine sweat, grime, and those absurd traces all vanished silently in the light.

Her dress was restored to its original state, her hair was put back in place, and even the wrinkles in the sedan chair were smoothed out.

She zipped up her dress, her movements unhurried and deliberate.

When she raised her eyes again, the woman who once looked down upon the world was back.

His gaze was cold and clear, his expression calm and undisturbed, as if everything that had just happened was merely a dream that could be forgotten.

"This was an unexpected accident."

Her voice returned to its usual coldness, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Forget everything. Don't tell anyone. I can pretend... nothing happened.

Yue Qingge was stunned.

He looked at her face, which had regained its saintly appearance, and at her calm, expressionless eyes.

He opened his mouth, his voice sounding hoarse.

"...What do you mean? Then...what are we?"

His eyes were somewhat dazed and confused, with a hidden, dull pain beneath.

At that moment, Bibi Dong didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

She instinctively wanted to explain, but swallowed the words back. When she spoke again, her tone was no longer as cold and hard as before.

"I didn't... I didn't mean that."

Her voice was a little urgent, and she spoke much faster than usual.

She leaned forward, raised her hand as if to touch his face, then stopped in mid-air and withdrew it.

"I'm still your mother."

Her gaze fell on his chest, and she dared not look into his eyes.

"However... such things can only be done in the future..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and the Pope's majesty shattered at that moment.

...We can only come secretly.

After saying that, she turned her face away.

"Um.

Yue Qingge's voice was muffled as she turned her head and sat on the other side of the sedan chair.

A shadow instantly fell over Bibi Dong's face.

She clearly saw the slight aloofness in his profile.

Her body trembled slightly at that moment, and she moved over in a fluster, her movements losing their usual elegance and composure.

She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him into her embrace, and placed her hands on the back of his head, sinking into his soft hair, pressing gently against her snow rabbit.

"It's Mom's fault." Her voice trembled slightly.

"Mom shouldn't have said that. Please forgive Mom, okay?"

Yue Qingge buried her face in that soft embrace, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Bibi Dong lowered her eyes; even when she fused with the power of the Rakshasa God, such an expression had never appeared in her eyes.

That was a mother's fear of losing her child.

"How about Mom helps you every day from now on?"

She even unconsciously turned her body slightly to let his face sink deeper into that warm, soft space.

It was as if this could mend the rift caused by that last sentence.

B.

Yue Qingge's voice was muffled, with a slight nasal tone, and that sense of aloofness was somewhat diminished.

Bibi Dong's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled down.

She dared not speak again, but simply held him quietly, her chin gently resting on the top of his head, her fingers unconsciously combing through his hair.

Outside the sedan chair, the wind and snow howled, but inside, it was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission: The Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Octagonal Mystic Ice Grass has been placed in your storage space.]

The system notification sounded in my mind, unusually without any teasing.

Yue Qingge could even vaguely sense that the system, which existed only deep within his consciousness, was currently hesitating whether to extend an invisible hand and rub the top of his head.

Half an hour later.

In the far north, a vast, boundless ice lake stretches between heaven and earth.

The ice surface was like a mirror, reflecting the sky.

A woman dressed in white stood in the center of the lake.

She simply stood there quietly, yet she could make the entire world pale in comparison.

An invisible barrier enveloped the entire frozen lake, isolating all life from it.

She raised her eyes and looked into the distance.

Her eyes were so clear they were almost transparent, with icy blue light patterns slowly flowing deep within her pupils.

The next instant, she vanished from the spot.