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

"Hands behind your back, legs slightly bent at the knees... loosen up a bit."

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes glazed over, as he had already positioned her in that position.

By the time he realized what was happening, she was already fully exposed in front of him.

Her hands were clasped behind her waist, a position that caused her snow rabbit to rise involuntarily.

The two snow hares throbbed even more fully, and the tips of the dogwood trembled slightly in the air.

Her armrests were slightly bent at the knees, spread apart to the sides, her knees were gently raised, and her toes touched the bed surface.

The pair of butterfly spirits were completely exposed to his eyes.

The delicate pink cicada wings fluttered slightly, waving at him like flowers.

Two thin pieces gently came together, then slightly separated, holding within them the sacred and mysterious Butterfly Valley.

A layer of glistening white dew has seeped out from the depths, like morning dew hanging on the petals, crystal clear and tempting to pick.

The white spiritual liquid slowly seeped out along the cracks, adorning the entire scene with a beautiful and decadent charm.

Her skin was fair with a rosy glow.

Even under Yue Qingge's repeated offensives.

The white spiritual liquid grew increasingly abundant, soaking the hidden spiritual valley until it shimmered with moisture.

Bibi Dong turned her head away, not daring to look at him.

But she can't go anywhere.

Because his gaze had already fixed her there.

"Mom, is there something you want to say?"

Yue Qingge's gaze fell on her, and Bibi Dong turned her head away, trying to avoid that gaze.

He gently pinched her chin and pulled her back. Their eyes met, and there was no turning back.

"What's there to say?" Her voice was feigned calmness, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"It was originally meant for my baby, so what difference does it make whether I give it to him sooner or later?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she made up her mind, gritted her teeth, and slightly raised her body to show him her full and lovely butterfly spirit valley.

That secret realm, never before revealed to anyone, now shivered slightly under the cold light of the Ice God Palace.

Like a budding flower that has been blown open by the wind.

"Is it beautiful..." Bibi Dong's voice was no longer calm as before, but carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Yue Qingge's Adam's apple bobbed, and she swallowed.

"Mom, do you know that what you're doing is making me commit a crime?"

Before she could finish speaking, he had already pressed forward. Before Bibi Dong could even open her mouth, he had already gently parted her legs.

He lowered his head, his handsome face aimed at the shy butterfly spirit valley, his hot breath exhaling from between his lips and teeth, hitting the delicate cicada wings.

The heat wave hit us like a magical wind, causing the wings of butterflies and cicadas to flutter slightly, opening and closing as if they were breathing.

"It seems my mother's body is much more shy than my mother's," Yue Qingge said with a slight smile, her voice low and husky.

So cute.

Bibi Dong turned her head away, closed her eyes tightly, and dared not look at what was happening there.

Her fingers gripped the brocade beneath her, trying to conceal her panicked heart.

Yue Qingge caught a glimpse of her appearance out of the corner of her eye, and her heart stirred slightly.

Bibi Dong's mother also has this girlish side.

He felt a pang of regret, but he still had to eat the meat that was already in his mouth.

He stretched out his fingers and gently pried open the two cicada wings, completely revealing the hidden butterfly spirit valley.

Butterfly Valley was already muddy and treacherous, with the glistening tide shimmering at the valley entrance.

He first extended a finger and gently, slowly dropped it in.

The moment I touched the inner wall, I felt a warm, enveloping sensation, slippery and soft, like being gently caressed by a small mouth.

He bent his knuckles and gently scraped the inner wall, again and again.

Bibi Dong's body tensed up suddenly, and a soft sob escaped from her throat, like a string of a zither broken by the wind.

Her mind went blank, with only his clear voice echoing over and over again.

Mom. Mom. Mom.

Each sound was like a pebble dropped into a calm lake.

It stirred up ripples, gradually swallowing up her last shred of reason.

She opened her eyes and saw his hand fiddling with a secret place that even she had never visited.

That immoral, mysterious sense of ethics surged up like a tide, overwhelming her.

Chapter Forty: Slowly Eroding Reason

It made her so ashamed that even her toes curled up.

But the body is honest; as Butterfly Spirit Valley played, it continuously secreted tides.

The spiritual liquid flowed down, staining the brocade beneath them with patches of dark shadow.

"Mom's grown up, it's time for her to relax."

Yue Qingge's voice was indistinct, but a slight tremor could be clearly felt.

Let me rescue you from your misery.

The words, like mysterious proverbs, instantly entered her ears. He pried open the Butterfly Spirit Valley completely, leaned in, and extended his tongue.

"Huh?!"

With just a light sweep, Bibi Dong's forehead trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted.

Her slender waist arched suddenly, then fell heavily back down, slamming onto the soft couch with a dull thud.

A string of delicate musical notes flowed from the corners of her lips, melodious and lingering, echoing within the quiet Ice God Palace.

The sound made Yue Qingge's jade fire rise even higher.

His needle pierced straight in, as if entering an empty field, prying open all obstacles little by little, and slipping into the tightly guarded path.

The obstacles on both sides of the road seemed to come alive, rushing forward in a rush.

They kept pressing and engulfing him, trying to drive him out completely.

Why would Yue Qingge be afraid of such petty tricks?

He moved slowly and deliberately, exploring the warm cavity like a wandering through an unfamiliar valley.

He found the area with skin as rough as a walnut.

That tiny, somewhat stone-like bead core, hidden deep within the folds, then he launched a fierce attack.

Nobuko, carrying the tide, swirled around on it, round and round, her tongue gently grinding the pearl.

Sometimes light, sometimes heavy; sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

The grinding caused the body to spasm.

Like being struck by an electric current, or being thrown into the clouds.

Before long, the spirit valley began to tremble violently, with deadly vortexes forming, and the surrounding space contracted simultaneously.

It entangled his ceremonial filament, wanting to take him to a deeper place.

After this long prelude, Bibi Dong could no longer hold back.

Like the surging waves, my heart surges with emotion, a journey that never ends.

The eyes began to shatter, the pupils dilated, and no more light could be gathered.

A trickle of spiritual liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth, emitting a series of sounds.

"Ah!! Ouch... weird... something's here... something's coming... baby!!"

He cleverly evoked his first experience of the tide.

She reached the summit, only to be thrown into the heavens and then swept into a deep-sea whirlpool, spinning around and losing all sense of where she was.

Her eyes were unfocused as she gazed at the baby on her body, unconsciously murmuring something.

baby

Her long, slender, and jade-white armrests held Yue Qingge firmly in place, preventing him from leaving.

Immediately afterwards, the Butterfly Spirit Valley convulsed completely, its interior contracting violently, almost injuring Yue Qingge's nook that was walking inside.

It's too cramped, can anyone really handle it?

As Bibi Dong's gaze gradually calmed down, she reached out her hand and trembled as she placed it on Yue Qingge's hair.

She stroked him gently, her fingertips running through his hair with a tenderness akin to that of someone who had survived a catastrophe.

"Baby, you're so naughty," she said in a hoarse voice, tinged with a lingering languor.

"I just want to see Mom make a fool of herself."

Yue Qingge raised her head and glanced at her.

A thin layer of sweat covered her cheeks, and a few strands of hair were damp with sweat and stuck to her face.

Her rapid breathing gently swept across her cheekbones and the corners of her lips.

He mischievously gave the letter a light shake.

Her body instantly protested, her slender limbs swaying slightly.

During that swaying, a strand of hair that was stuck to the corner of her lips slipped into her mouth and she unconsciously bit it gently.

She bit her hair with her pearly teeth, her lips slightly parted, revealing a bit of her pink tongue, her appearance indescribably alluring.

Yue Qingge felt like she was about to explode.

With a light tap of his fingertips, he completely removed his clothes, revealing the farm tools that had been ready to be used.

The veins crisscrossed on the surface, the blood vessels were ferocious, like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time and was finally released from its cage.

He leaned closer, came to the center of her legs, slowly squatted down, and hoisted the long, rounded armrests onto his shoulders.

Bibi Dong's legs are perfect; any less would make her look thinner, and any more would make her look fatter.

Needless to say, the feel is superb – it's flawless and white to the touch, like the finest mutton fat jade.

Warm and supple, every inch that your fingertips sink into is unforgettable.

His palm traveled up the small handrail, past the back of the knee, and along the inside of the handrail, every inch of the snow-white skin trembling slightly under his palm.

Bibi Dong looked at him with a complex expression, a mixture of admiration, indulgence, and an indescribable expectation.

This time she did not dodge, but gently leaned down, stretched out her fair neck, and whispered in his ear, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"Baby, eat the delicious food I prepared for you."

Her voice was soft, yet every word carried an unparalleled allure.

Slowly, it eroded his reason. "Everything I have is yours. Let me bloom for you!"

Yue Qingge placed the long armrests on her shoulders and walked forward little by little, bending her body upward.

Her slender waist curved into a beautiful and delicate arc.

The bulging farm implements were aimed at the door of Butterfly Valley.

Bibi Dong looked at the menacing farm tools and felt a chill run down her spine.

She closed her eyes in fear, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"Please, baby... cherish your mother..."

"Pfft."

A heavy blow landed.