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

Perhaps only when she is injured and weakened will this woman, who has been strong all her life, let down her guard.

She abandoned everything and cooperated with him without any bottom line, letting him take whatever he wanted.

This time he wanted to try a different position.

As Bibi Dong watched his gestures, an incredulous blush gradually rose on her face.

Do you want her to lie on the bed like a puppy?

This won't do.

She is Bibi Dong.

Chapter 42 Bibi Dong, Blooming Only for One Person

She pursed her lips, her purple eyes swirling with shame and resistance, her brows furrowed slightly, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

His chin was slightly raised, and even though he was completely naked, he still maintained an unassailable air of authority.

Ke Yue Qingge simply looked at her without saying a word.

Those eyes held pleading, and an undisguised expectation.

Bibi Dong stared at him for a long time.

Finally, she sighed.

That sigh contained both helplessness and indulgence.

She reached out her soft hand and gently pinched his cheek, her fingertips lightly squeezing his skin.

"I really don't know where you learned all this stuff," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of reproach and helplessness.

"You like to tease Mom. Does Gin do that too?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly regretted it.

I shouldn't have asked that.

Sure enough, Yue Qingge shook her head, and Bibi Dong's heart sank.

She couldn't explain what that feeling was like.

Let Ah Yin do what she refuses to do.

It turns out that in the baby's heart, she was ultimately not as good as Ah Yin.

The thought had barely formed when Yue Qingge's next words shattered it.

"I haven't done that with Ah Yin's mother yet," he paused, looking intently at her, enunciating each word clearly.

"This is my first time, just like Bibi Dong's mother." Bibi Dong's eyes lit up instantly.

Her eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, making her whole face come alive.

It turns out that the baby's first time was reserved for me.

This realization deepened the blush on her face, not because of anything else, but because of joy.

"It's my first time," she said softly, yet with a solemn determination.

"Then let me leave you with an unforgettable memory."

Whatever you say... I will do my best to cooperate with you.

Yue Qingge nodded heavily.

Bibi Dong turned to the side, propped her elbows on the soft couch, and slowly lowered herself down.

It was a slow, solemn gesture, handing over to him little by little all his pride and dignity.

A completely white body came into Yue Qingge's view without reservation.

First, there was that section of white, jade-like back, the grooves of the spine resembling a shallow stream.

The neck extends all the way down to the waist.

Then there was her slender waist, so delicate it seemed like it could be grasped with one hand, yet it was slightly concave at the waist, forming two graceful curves.

Immediately afterwards, the curve suddenly expanded behind her waist, and her two plump breasts rose high, like two ripe peaches.

The heavy weight hanging around her waist contrasted sharply with her slender waist, outlining a breathtaking gourd-shaped curve.

Yue Qingge was somewhat stunned by what she saw.

He walked behind her, his five fingers landing on her plump breasts. Soft flesh spilled out from between his fingers, so tender and sweet that it made one want to rub it.

He used a little force to gently push the two full moons apart.

The pair of butterfly spirits were then completely exposed before his eyes.

The damp cicada wings twitched slightly, trembling gently in the air.

The spiritual valley above was tightly closed, its folds so dense and impenetrable, demurely guarding its secrets.

Bibi Dong could naturally sense that Dao's gaze.

He just stared at it.

"Baby... don't look anymore... move... okay?"

Yue Qingge was pulled back to reality by this hoarse murmur.

He no longer appreciated it; he raised his hand and placed it on the full, rounded drumbeat.

"Bang!"

A crisp, light sound.

The round, full moon instantly rippled outwards in waves, spreading from the spot where it struck the palm, one wave pushing another.

"Um... be gentle..."

Bibi Dong's protest sounded more like a spoiled child.

Yue Qingge's farming tools were already fully prepared; her thumb slipped from the soft jade and slowly extended.

The coronavirus broke through the waves.

The soft flesh parted to the sides, then reluctantly wrapped up again.

It was like trying to keep them, but also like demanding more.

The first strike pierced straight into the deepest part of the Other Shore Flower Palace.

It was more ruthless and insidious than ever before.

This allowed him to reach his destination without any obstacles.

It was Bibi Dong who suffered.

In that instant, his eyes rolled back, his pupils lost focus from the joy, and tiny tears welled up at the corners of his eyes.

"Baby... I... I'm going to... I can't... take it... It's... broken... It's... broken... Ahhh!!!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, and carried a tremor that was hard to tell whether it was pain or joy.

His elbows could no longer support his body; a fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks.

She buried her face directly in the soft couch, her nose brushing against the bedding.

His breathing became intermittent.

But the body, propelled by inertia, raised those full drums even higher.

Gao, as if he were taking another step towards success.

Each impact caused ripples to spread across the white expanse.

It returns to the handrail at the waist, and bounces back when it overflows.

Her trembling caused the walls to suddenly recoil, viciously crushing Yue Qingge.

The deepest part of the flower palace seemed to come alive, with countless tiny, soft flesh writhing.

It was as if a group of tiny baby hands were dragging him little by little into the abyss.

"Hiss!"

Yue Qingge gasped, her scalp tingling.

He could no longer hold back, and poured out his scalding breath into the deepest part of her otherworldly palace.

Bibi Dong's body straightened as she climbed to the top again, her consciousness fragmented and scattered.

For a moment, I was oblivious to the nature of heaven and earth.

That hot breath made her flat chest slightly bulge, making her look round and cute.

Her voice was completely hoarse, only weak murmurs drifting past his ear:

"No... Let Mom... rest for a while... baby... please... please..."

Yue Qingge stopped.

He slowly withdrew, and as the scorching farm implement left, it left behind a white spray that meandered down the handrail.

The butterfly-like wings could no longer close; they were slightly open and twitching constantly.

Like a baby's little mouth opening and closing, it spit out the last bit of the remaining white liquid.

Absolutely adorable.

Yue Qingge did not succumb to debauchery. He straightened Bibi Dong's body, gathered soul power at his fingertips, and cleaned the filth off the two of them.

Then he took out a brocade quilt from his storage ring and gently covered her with it, tucking a corner under her chin to wrap her up tightly.

Then he leaned down and gently touched her forehead with his lips.

"Mom, go to sleep and get some rest."

Bibi Dong's eyelids twitched, and after a moment, even breathing could be heard.

She was truly exhausted.

Yue Qingge sat by the tatami for a while, watching her sleeping face.

As she slept, all her sharpness and assertiveness vanished; her brows and eyes relaxed, and her lips slightly upturned.

He called out to himself in his mind.

The next second, a graceful figure in white landed beside him.

Xue Di stood there, her face flushed with an unusual blush.

"Why is your heart beating so erratically?" Yue Qingge turned her head to look at her.

Xue Di didn't speak, but just lowered her eyes, her fingers twisting her sleeve.

After a long while, she finally raised her eyes, her big eyes blinking as she looked at him, her eyes filled with a pool of turbulent spring water.

"Your affairs..." Her voice was barely audible: "I can sense everything."

She stretched out her finger, pointed to her burning cheek, and then quickly pulled it back.

"In the future..." Her voice held a cautious probing tone, yet also an undisguised anticipation.

"Would you do the same to me?"

She paused, then spoke even softer.

"I don't mind."

Yue Qingge looked at her like this and suddenly laughed.

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, brushing it against her earlobe.

Xue Di trembled.

"you guess."

Xue Di glared at him, but there was no intimidation in that glare. Instead, it was a pool of spring water about to overflow, both angry and charming.

She bit her lower lip and turned her face away from him, but the corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed and remained curved upwards.

Chapter 43 Hyotei's Alps.

"Oh, by the way, I called you over to see if she still needs anything."