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

"It's alright, just add a drop of my blood."

Half an hour later.

Yue Qingge brought a bowl of pale blue medicine to Bibi Dong's side.

The medicinal liquid emitted a refreshing fragrance. It was made by boiling the Ice God Lotus, the life essence of a million-year-old soul beast, and his blood. Every drop contained astonishing vitality.

"Mom, it's time to take your medicine."

He placed one hand on Bibi Dong's beautiful back, feeling the warmth and elasticity of her snow-white skin in his palm. His five fingers unconsciously clenched slightly and gently squeezed her twice.

Bibi Dong's back stiffened slightly, but she did not dodge.

With his other hand, he held the medicine bowl close to her lips, the rim of the bowl lightly touching her two thin and soft lips.

Be careful, it's a little hot.

Bibi Dong slightly parted her lips, about to take a sip, when Yue Qingge had a sudden inspiration and moved the medicine bowl away with a flick of her wrist.

She looked up at him suspiciously, her purple eyes filled with questions: What are you doing?

"Let me feed this medicine to Mom."

Bibi Dong wanted to laugh, but she decided to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.

Although the vast Ice God Palace wasn't cold, the temperature was only around zero degrees Celsius. The freshly brewed medicine would cool down quickly, so how could it be hot?

But she soon stopped smiling.

In her original plan, "feeding medicine" was simply a matter of scooping it up with a spoon, blowing on it to cool it down, and then bringing it to her mouth.

Ke Yue Qingge picked up the medicine bowl and drank a large gulp, then

He leaned down, his face getting closer and closer to hers, until she could see the curve of his eyelashes, until the tips of their noses gently touched.

A warm breath brushed against her cheek, carrying the fragrance of medicine and his unique scent.

For some reason, Bibi Dong opened her mouth slightly as if possessed.

The next second, he covered her mouth, and the medicine flowed into her mouth through the gaps between his teeth, carrying his warmth.

Her mind went blank.

The medicine wasn't hot, but her face flushed and her heart raced.

She tried to push him away, but her hand ended up grabbing his collar halfway through.

Once someone has done it the first time, everything else will fall into place naturally.

When the second dose of medicine came over, Bibi Dongfei did not dodge. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and took the initiative to meet it.

Her tongue, like a nimble little snake, tentatively tried to entangle with him.

At first, I was a little awkward, but gradually I became more familiar with it and even started to explore it on my own.

A hint of a smile flashed in Yue Qingge's eyes.

The medicine was passed over mouthful after mouthful, each separation bringing out a wisp of silvery-white liquid.

After a while, Yue Qingge lowered his eyes to look at the bowl, where the medicine was almost gone. He pretended to take another big gulp, then casually placed the empty bowl aside.

Bibi Dong's strength was immense; she knew, of course, that he was faking it.

But she simply lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, without revealing the truth.

This time, she closed her eyes on her own initiative.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath became long and rapid, and the snow rabbit in front of her rose and fell with it, awaiting the tenderness that was about to arrive.

Yue Qingge descended, and the two touched each other once more.

This time there was no medicine, only pure entanglement.

Bibi Dong's lips were very soft, with a hint of coolness and sweetness. Yue Qingge first gently touched her upper lip.

Then he pried open her pearly teeth and slowly probed inside.

At first, it was so narrow that only one person could pass through. After walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

He entered her most spacious chamber, which, though slightly damp and enclosed, was warm and fragrant.

When the two met, they first touched each other tentatively, and then became entangled like sworn enemies.

They chased each other, leaping and flirting.

This was a close contest.

After an unknown amount of time, the two slowly separated, leaving behind more silvery-white water lines that stretched into thin strands between them.

Finally, it broke off and landed on Bibi Dong's lips and chin, leaving behind a glistening trail of water.

Bibi Dong held the snow rabbit tightly, breathing heavily. The plump snow rabbit heaved violently under her palm, and a patch of snowy skin could be vaguely seen between her fingers.

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her long, pale purple hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and her eyes were misty with a thin layer of water. Where was the aloofness of a saintly maiden?

"You... I don't know where you learned all these tricks every day... I'll have to discipline you properly from now on."

She spoke softly, her voice gentle and sweet, sounding less like a scolding and more like a coquettish plea.

Yue Qingge lowered her eyes, her peripheral vision sweeping over the woman's entire body, finally settling on her slender, jade-like ankles. Those jade-like feet were barefoot, without shoes or socks.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and each toe was round like a pearl. Tiny blue veins could be faintly seen on the instep.

He blurted out, almost as if possessed, "Stop me, or I'll confess everything."

"Huh?" Bibi Dong didn't react for a moment when she heard these strange words.

But following his burning gaze, her toes involuntarily curled up.

"What are you thinking about...? I'm almost recovered, I can go back now."

She avoided his gaze, raised her slender shin, and kicked him twice, neither too hard nor too softly.

Her jade-like feet traced two graceful arcs in the air, her toes lightly touching his chest before quickly retracting.

Yue Qingge said no more and resumed her serious demeanor.

He picked up Bibi Dong's pair of glass high heels; the uppers were crystal clear and the heels were slender.

He knelt down in front of her, supporting her arch with one hand.

The arch of the foot is soft and elastic, and feels cool to the touch like jade.

His thumb gently rubbed the soles of her feet twice.

Bibi Dong's toes immediately curled up even tighter.

Her instep formed a beautiful arc, and she bit her lower lip, suppressing a soft gasp.

As for whether he used the excuse of putting on shoes to play with those delicate feet... only he himself knows.

After Bibi Dong put on a coat to cover her suffocating figure, the two of them walked out of the inner hall, where Xue Di and Li Ya had been waiting for a long time.

Xue Di's gaze swept over Bibi Dong.

I noticed that Bibi Dong's cheeks still had a blush that hadn't faded, and her lips seemed to still have a bit of moisture on them.

She said nothing, only glanced at Liya indifferently, and then flashed back into Yue Qingge's sea of ​​consciousness.

Bibi Dong released the sedan chair, and Yue Qingge lifted the curtain, stepping aside to make room: "Please get in first, I'll introduce you to the 0 later."

Neither of them objected.

However, they all insisted that Yue Qingge sit in the middle.

Once everything was settled, the sedan chair rose silently and flew towards Ruowuhun City.

The target this time is the Spirit Hall Academy, where Bibi Dong holds a nominal position with her own office, and no one in the entire academy dares to disturb this powerful figure.

The air inside the sedan chair was rather quiet.

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Enchanting Scene Inside the Sedan Chair

The Snow Emperor in her sea of ​​consciousness glanced at the golden phantom in the distance, then looked away and observed the interaction between the three people inside the sedan chair with great interest.

Yue Qingge broke the silence first: "Sister Liya, this is my mother, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. I'm asking you to borrow the Golden Mermaid's Tear to save her."

He paused, then turned to look at Liya: "This is Liya, the sea princess's daughter. She's with me now."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong simply nodded slightly, her purple eyes sweeping lightly over Liya.

His gaze was cold and aloof, yet it carried the scrutinizing air of someone in a superior position.

Liya then spoke up:

"Hello, Your Highness, I am Qingge's good friend."

Her voice was soft and had a touch of natural purity.

"Hmm." Bibi Dong nodded slightly. "Are you going to the academy with Qingge?"

"Wherever he is, I will be there," Liya answered crisply, her gaze fixed on Yue Qingge's profile.

An eerie silence fell once again inside the sedan chair.

Yue Qingge didn't like this feeling. He looked at the two of them from left to right.

On the left is Liya, with long, dark hair falling in waves.

On the right is Bibi Dong, with cool and noble purple eyes. Her palace dress outlines her perfect curves, and she exudes the unique charm of a mature woman.

He stretched out one hand and placed it on Liya's shin brace, while his other hand naturally rested on Bibi Dong's shin brace.

The two of them shuddered simultaneously, and the air inside the sedan chair instantly froze.

Yue Qingge remained unmoved, gently stroking her palm through the thin ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the warmth seeping through the fabric and landing on their delicate, snow-white skin.

The action was neither too unrestrained nor too restrained, but rather lay in the gray area between ambiguity and excess.

Neither Bibi Dong nor Liya looked at him.

Both were afraid of being discovered by the other; Bibi Dong bit her lower lip, and Liya gripped her skirt tightly.

Everyone pretended to be at peace, their eyes fixed on the distant void, as if there was something worth admiring in the snowstorm outside the sedan chair.

Only one sound remained inside the sedan chair.

"Shhhh."

That was the sound of fabric being rubbed.

Yue Qingge's fingers slowly closed, then mischievously slipped into the gaps in the dress, probing towards the two's most secret "mysterious spiritual field".

"Smack!"

Bibi Dong finally lost her temper and slapped him away.

The claws.

Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and anger in her purple eyes as she glared at him fiercely. But to Yue Qingge, that look clearly conveyed a charmingly angry yet reproachful expression.

And Liya—

She didn't slap his hand away.

She simply turned her head slightly, her long, sea-blue hair falling over her shoulder, obscuring half of her flushed cheek.

She bit her lower lip, her ears were already red, and her blue eyes were filled with tears.

She neither stopped him nor went along with him; she simply looked at him with a silent indulgence and shy acquiescence in her eyes.

Yue Qingge's lips curled up slightly.

The sedan chair moved silently through the wind and snow, flying towards the direction of Wuhun City.

The sedan chair was filled with a warm and romantic atmosphere.

Yue Qingge didn't push her luck too much.

After the tranquility inside the sedan chair was finally broken, he leisurely withdrew his finger.

A glistening drop of water still clung to her fingertips, refracting a beautiful shimmering light in the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the sedan curtains.

Liya's gaze happened to sweep over that look, and she instantly understood what was going on. Her eyes darted away, filled with an indescribable shyness.

At noon, the group finally arrived at the prosperous Wuhun City.

The sedan chair pierced through the clouds and mist; from above, the entire city appeared prosperous and vibrant, with streets bustling with traffic.