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

Chapter 325 I've gotten used to it...

Inside the Papal Palace, in the Papal Study on the top floor.

The purple curtains were half-drawn, and the soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the window frames, casting long, slanted shadows on the thick cashmere carpet on the floor.

The air was filled with the distinctive scent of paper.

Bibi Dong sat behind her large desk, wearing the gold-trimmed papal robe that symbolized supreme power. Her long, flowing purple hair was meticulously tied up, with only a few stray strands brushing against her smooth forehead.

Before her lay a mountain of documents.

As her slender, fair fingers glided across the paper, the pen tip flowed smoothly, leaving behind lines of annotations.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk...

Just then, a soft knock sounded, which was particularly clear in the quiet study.

Bibi Dong didn't look up, nor did she pause her writing for a moment. She simply responded in a deep, emotionless voice:
"Enter."

The door was pushed open silently, and a tall, upright figure walked in.

The person who came moved with light footsteps and made no sound.

He didn't say anything, but walked straight to the desk and stood there quietly.

Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Apart from the scratching sound of the pen nib across the paper, the study was so quiet that you could hear the gentle breeze blowing outside the window.

Bibi Dong finally sensed something was amiss—the visitor did not bow or report as was customary, nor did he step back; he simply stood beside her at an extremely close distance.

This is extremely unusual, even presumptuous, within the strictly regulated Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, a sense of displeasure rising within her as she felt spied on and disturbed.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the pen, about to erupt—

But when she looked up, her gaze fell upon a familiar figure standing beside her. Her eyes finally settled on the person's handsome, almost dazzling face.

Her movements suddenly stopped, the pen tip hovering above the paper.

Dai Chengfeng!
How could it be him? !

He should be resting at this time!
"What are you here for?"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold and tinged with a hint of 'warness'. After speaking, she glanced at the door to make sure it was closed properly.

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng smiled warmly. He did not immediately answer Bibi Dong's cold question, but instead naturally walked around to the back of her large chair.

He leaned closer, his large hands naturally landing on Bibi Dong's tense shoulders, applying just the right amount of pressure as he began to massage them slowly and gently.

"If you miss your teacher, you'll naturally come."

Bibi Dong's body stiffened for a moment the instant Dai Chengfeng's fingers touched her. A strange warmth, accompanied by the comfortable feeling of being pressed, spread from her shoulders and neck.

But this is the Papal Palace!
Bibi Dong considered her own status, the Pope's authority was not to be taken lightly, and she also thought about the secret relationship between the two of them, lest any transgression be revealed...

"Take your hand off! Get out of here immediately!"

Although Bibi Dong deliberately lowered her voice, it still carried an undeniable authority: "If someone else sees this... you know the consequences!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng's smile remained unchanged. His hands did not stop moving; instead, he pressed even more precisely on a sore acupoint at the junction of her shoulder and neck, causing Bibi Dong to unconsciously let out a very slight sigh.

"Don't worry, teacher."

"This is the most important and central area of ​​the Papal Palace. Without your personal decree or summons, who would dare to trespass?"

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng paused, then softened the pressure on his hands.

"I just felt sorry for you being so tired, so I massaged your shoulders to help you relax. You can focus on dealing with all the piles of official business, so don't worry about me."

The words were incredibly 'sincere,' and the reasons seemed impeccable.

After speaking, Dai Chengfeng quieted down and focused on playing the dutiful role of "massage attendant." Bibi Dong thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case.

Without his summons and orders, who would dare to trespass into his study?

"It better be so!"

After saying that, she stopped chasing Dai Chengfeng and ignored him, continuing to handle government affairs.

After all, it had been more than two months since she left Wuhun City. Even though some minor matters had been handled by her subordinates, there were still many things that only Her Majesty the Pope, Bibi Dong, could decide.

Dai Chengfeng stopped talking and simply stood quietly behind Bibi Dong, massaging her shoulders.

For a moment, Bibi Dong didn't know why, but she inexplicably felt a sense of warmth.

But soon, she shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

Inside the study, only the scratching sound of Bibi Dong's pen and the barely audible breathing between the two could be heard.

Time flows on.

The documents on the desk gradually shifted from the "pending" pile on the left to the "reviewed" pile on the right.

Dai Chengfeng's fingers, through the heavy and luxurious papal robes, precisely massaged the acupoints on Bibi Dong's shoulders and neck. The comfortable feeling was like warm spring water, continuously flowing into Bibi Dong's tired limbs and bones, allowing her nerves, which had been tense for too long, to relax slowly without her realizing it.

During a break from handling government affairs, Bibi Dong's gaze even briefly drifted away, landing on the dappled sunlight reflecting off the ground.

Why is Dai Chengfeng, that rebellious disciple, suddenly so sensible today?

This thought arose in Bibi Dong's mind, however...

She had just thought of this

The rare harmony and tranquility in the study was suddenly shattered by a restless hand.

Dai Chengfeng's large hands, which had been resting properly on his shoulders, began to move slowly and discreetly downwards in an extremely slow and probing manner.

The warm palm slid carefully down her graceful yet taut neckline, slipping inside her neckline and probing deeper and deeper into the 'territory' that was tightly concealed by her dignified attire...

"Snapped!"

A crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out in the study, where you could hear a pin drop!

"Dai Chengfeng! What were you just saying with such conviction?!"

Bibi Dong turned her head, her amethyst-like eyes fixed on Dai Chengfeng, while her hand slapped Dai Chengfeng's hand, which was trying to cause trouble, with precision.

Dai Chengfeng looked like a thief caught red-handed; he withdrew his hand, and the warm smile on his face was replaced by a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness.

He rubbed his hand that had been hit. "Uh... I'm used to it, I'm used to it..."

Dai Chengfeng chuckled twice.

"got used to?"

Bibi Dong glared fiercely at Dai Chengfeng, "Mind your place! Mind your manners!"

“If you dare to cause trouble again,” she raised her chin, pointed to the heavy, carved wooden door of the study, and said in a stern voice, “get out of here right now!”

"is teacher."

Dai Chengfeng readily agreed.

Immediately, he obediently placed his hands back on Bibi Dong's shoulders, positioning them properly.

She then continued pressing, with a slow and moderate rhythm.

It was as if the transgression had never happened.

(End of this chapter)