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

Chapter 302 The Little Angel's Promise, and the Panicked Bibi Dong

Dai Chengfeng was slightly taken aback by Qian Renxue's question, looking at the glint of light shimmering beneath the misty moisture in her eyes.

He did not deny it.

Upon seeing this, Qian Renxue smiled and tilted her head back slightly, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid, and complex and unfathomable emotions surging in her misty eyes.

Is it loneliness? Is it drunken recklessness? Is it the unease on the eve of parting?
“Dai Chengfeng…”

Her voice was low and hoarse, her fingertips unconsciously curling as they traced a line across Dai Chengfeng's palm, "Next time we meet... take me..."

"I... will be ready!"

hiss!
Instantly, Dai Chengfeng's heart skipped a beat. He stared in surprise at Qian Renxue's hazy yet unusually serious golden eyes, those eyes that were usually filled with pride, now brimming with misty tears.

"Xiaoxue..."

Dai Chengfeng's voice deepened, with a hint of barely perceptible hoarseness. He turned around and completely enveloped Qian Renxue's slightly cool hand in his warm palm, his fingertips gently caressing the delicate skin on the back of her hand.

Do you know... what you're saying?

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue did not back down. Instead, she gripped Dai Chengfeng's large hand even tighter, though her strength seemed so weak under the influence of alcohol...

But she still tilted her head slightly, the moonlight outlining her beautiful chin and neck. "I...of course I know..."

She seemed to be trying hard to sound sober, but the languidness and slurred speech betrayed her, "Not now...it's next time...the next time we meet..."

She paused, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, as if gathering her courage.

"I don't want to... regret it... I'll definitely be better prepared next time..."

Qian Renxue's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a whisper, carrying an unprecedented vulnerability and dependence, as well as a girl's shyness.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng's heart felt as if it had been gently brushed by the softest feather. He leaned down, getting closer to Qian Renxue, close enough to clearly feel her warm, wine-scented breath brushing against his cheek.

He did not immediately answer Qian Renxue's bold request, but instead used his other hand to very gently brush away a few stray strands of golden hair from her forehead.

"fool."

His voice was deep and gentle, filled with endless doting, "How could I let a girl like you say something like this?"

Dai Chengfeng's fingertips slid down her forehead to her slightly flushed cheeks, feeling the heat emanating from her delicate skin.

"This kind of thing... of course I should take the initiative. Next time, I'll eat you up!"

Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of nervousness and anticipation flashed in her hazy eyes.

“You just need to…” Dai Chengfeng leaned closer, his warm breath almost touching her ear, “wait for me without worry.”

"Believe me, that day will be one you'll never forget."

Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the strong possessiveness contained in Dai Chengfeng's words.

An indescribable sweetness and sense of security instantly dispelled the bitterness and unease of parting. Instinctively, like a small animal seeking refuge, she pressed her cheek closer to his warm palm, letting out a satisfied, sleepy nasal sound:
"Um……"

“So,” Dai Chengfeng’s voice chuckled as he gently pinched her cheek, “now, go to sleep. Get plenty of rest, and I’ll come to you again….”

"it is good……"

Qian Renxue responded vaguely, her tense nerves completely relaxing, her heavy eyelids finally giving way and slowly closing.

But she held Dai Chengfeng's hand tightly, instead of letting go.

Dai Chengfeng did not pull his hand away, letting her hold it.

He gazed quietly at Qian Renxue's sleeping face. In the moonlight, her face, devoid of all defenses and pretense, was unbelievably pure.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep well, Xiaoxue," Dai Chengfeng whispered gently, "have sweet dreams."

Qian Renxue seemed to feel Dai Chengfeng's gentle touch. In her sleep, the corners of her mouth curved upwards into an extremely subtle arc, as if she had truly fallen into a sweet dream.

Her breathing became longer and more even, and her tightly clenched hands finally loosened, sliding onto the soft velvet quilt.

Dai Chengfeng gazed at Qian Renxue for a moment before carefully tucking her in to ensure she slept soundly.

He stood up, took one last look at the sleeping blonde girl on the bed, and quietly left the second bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

Then, I looked towards the closed door of the master bedroom...

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The next morning.

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the velvet curtains, casting soft rays into the luxurious bedroom.

A faint aroma of wine still lingered in the air.

Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall trembled slightly in the sunlight with her long eyelashes.

The discomfort from the hangover made her furrow her brows slightly.

Soon, her consciousness slowly returned, and her physical sensations became clear—exceptionally clear.

A warm, strong arm encircled her waist, and the scent of a young man, fresh and uniquely energetic, lingered around her nose.

"???"

Bibi Dong's body tensed instantly!
Last night... fragmented memories of being drunk surged up: the confrontation with Qian Renxue, the reconciliation, the uncontrolled drinking, and in the end, all I remember is... Dai Chengfeng came?
Thinking.

Bibi Dong cautiously, almost holding her breath, turned her head slightly to confirm her perception.

His heterochromatic eyes, a blend of gold and deep blue, were quietly closed, and his sharply defined jawline was almost within reach.

The young man's handsome sleeping face held a rare tranquility, his breathing even and long, and his warm breath brushed against her forehead.

Their posture was incredibly intimate; her back was pressed against his warm chest, both covered by the same velvet blanket, and his arms, like the strongest hoops, held her firmly within his embrace.

boom!
Blood rushed to her head instantly, and a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, even faintly sliding down her collar.

Bibi Dong's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

It wasn't a shy flutter of excitement, but rather horror and panic!
Xue'er is right next door; what if her daughter sees this...?

Upon thinking of this, His Holiness the Pope almost instinctively wanted to break free from Dai Chengfeng's embrace.

However, just as she tried to pull away, the arm around her waist tightened even more reflexively!

"Well……"

A low hum, thick with nasal tone, came from above, carrying the lazy, hoarse quality of someone who had just woken up.

Dai Chengfeng seemed to be awakened by the slight movement in his arms. He subconsciously pulled the soft, warm body, which exuded a cool aura, closer to him, and even unconsciously rubbed his chin against the top of her soft hair, uttering a satisfied murmur:

"...Don't move...Teacher..."

"Dai Chengfeng!"

Bibi Dong lowered her voice, a hint of urgency in it, "Let go!"

(End of this chapter)