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

Chapter 327 Play hard to get
When Dai Chengfeng turned around, the smile on his face had long since vanished, leaving only a perfectly measured gentleness and a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

He stood quietly, his gaze peacefully fixed on Bibi Dong opposite him, as serene as a gentle breeze and a clear moon.

It was as if the slightly roguish boy from before was just an illusion.

Looking at Dai Chengfeng's face, which faintly revealed "tiredness" yet remained gentle, Bibi Dong felt a sudden softening in her heart, and her voice unconsciously softened: "You've stayed with your master for so long..."

She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "Shall we have dinner together... before you go?"

“Yes,” Dai Chengfeng replied without hesitation, even with a hint of being flattered. He bowed slightly. “Since you asked me to have dinner with you, Master, I will certainly comply.”

As he spoke, he naturally walked to Bibi Dong's side, half a step behind, and stood quietly with his hands at his sides, his posture impeccably proper.

Seeing Dai Chengfeng suddenly become so well-behaved, even somewhat reserved, Bibi Dong felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, when was Dai Chengfeng ever this... docile?
Has he changed his ways?

Bibi Dong thought to herself, but didn't say much, only nodding slightly: "Okay, let's go then."

"Dinner should be ready by now."

She took the lead, maintaining the elegant and proud demeanor unique to Her Holiness the Pope.

Dai Chengfeng followed quietly behind her, his gaze fixed on her graceful back, a barely perceptible smile flickering deep in his eyes.

Soon, the two arrived at the restaurant.

The room was decorated in an elegant and solemn manner, with a huge crystal chandelier casting a soft glow, a long dining table covered with a white tablecloth, and silver cutlery gleaming with a cool luster under the lights.

As the supreme Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong wields power greater than that of an emperor, so her daily routine is naturally recorded and managed by her attendants.

Therefore, when the two entered the restaurant, the waitresses who were already waiting immediately began to serve the dishes in an orderly manner.

However, when the maids looked at the handsome and extraordinary fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire following behind His Holiness the Pope, a hint of surprise and curiosity flashed in their eyes.

Having served the Pope for many years, they knew that His Holiness Bibidon was aloof and had never seen any man dine with him except for his personal disciple, Miss Huliena.

Even titled Douluo like Yue Guan and Gui Mei are no match for them.

Dai Chengfeng is the first one!
However, despite their curiosity, the well-trained women quickly lowered their eyes.

They knew very well that looking too much or asking too many questions was a big no-no.

As one exquisite dish after another was silently placed on the table, the aroma filled the air.

Once all the dishes had been served, Bibi Dong gently waved her hand at the maids standing to the side, her voice calm and even:
"Go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The maids responded in unison, and with light and quick movements, they left the restaurant. The heavy, carved wooden door closed silently behind them, separating the inside from the outside.

The huge restaurant was suddenly left with only Dai Chengfeng and Bibi Dong.

"Let's eat."

Bibi Dong took the lead and sat down in the main seat. She picked up the crystal-clear wine glass beside her and poured herself a small half glass of rich red wine.

She gently swirled her wine glass, her gaze falling on Dai Chengfeng, who sat quietly opposite her.

Dai Chengfeng did not pick up his chopsticks immediately. Instead, he picked up the serving chopsticks, glanced at the dazzling array of dishes for a moment, and finally settled on a plate of steamed crystal shrimp dumplings that looked tempting and were beautifully presented.

He picked one up, his movements natural yet with a touch of careful respect, and gently placed it on the small plate in front of Bibi Dong.

"Teacher, please try this. It looks delicious."

His voice was gentle, with just the right amount of concern.

Bibi Dong's fingers, which were holding the wine glass, paused almost imperceptibly.

Picking up food for her... This gesture, which carries a clear sense of intimacy, has been something that, apart from young Nana, no one has done to her in far too long during her long papacy.

She looked up at Dai Chengfeng, whose handsome face was filled with pure concern and clear eyes, as if this was just a disciple's ordinary consideration for his teacher.

A subtle warmth, which she herself was unaware of, quietly slipped through her heart.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, concealing the complex emotions that flashed across her eyes.

She neither refused nor thanked him; she simply picked up the small shrimp dumpling with her silver chopsticks and gracefully put it into her mouth.

The sweet and chewy texture melted on my tongue. I don't know if it was just my imagination or because I hadn't eaten it in a long time.

Bibi Dong always felt that...

It tastes even better than usual?

Seeing that Bibi Dong had tacitly approved of his actions, Dai Chengfeng felt somewhat reassured.

He stopped deliberately picking up food and began to eat quietly, his movements refined and polite, leaving only the occasional soft clinking of cutlery in the restaurant.

However, this apparent calm did not last long.

Just as Bibi Dong was focused on the food on her plate and her mind was slightly relaxed, her left hand, which was resting on her lap, suddenly felt a warm and familiar touch.

It was Dai Chengfeng's hand.

His movements were extremely slow and tentative, and in the shadow of the dining table, he quietly covered the back of her hand that was resting on her lap.

The warmth of my fingertips seeped through the thin fabric, carrying a touch of comfort.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened for a moment, her right hand holding the chopsticks frozen in mid-air.

She almost instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, and even wanted to slap him again, just like she had done in the study.

but……

This is a restaurant, not a study.

Moreover, the warmth of the boy's palm seemed to carry a strange, comforting power.

She looked up at Dai Chengfeng across from her.

He was looking down, intently scooping soup with a spoon, his profile appearing particularly soft under the light, as if the "restless" hand under the table had nothing to do with him.

A mixture of embarrassment and helplessness welled up in my heart.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to pull her hand back.

Oh well, it was just the back of his hand... He probably just... didn't mean it?

Besides, this is better than...being so respectful and distant, isn't it?
After thinking it over, Bibi Dong ultimately chose to remain silent.

There was no scolding, no pulling away, but simply letting that warm palm gently cover the back of her hand, the fingertips even carrying a faint caress.

She lowered her head again and continued eating.

The chewing motion seemed a little slow, and a very faint, almost invisible pink tinge appeared at the base of the ears.

Inside the restaurant, the soft glow of the crystal chandelier enveloped the two of them.

Before anyone knew it, Dai Chengfeng had put down his cutlery and was now holding Bibi Dong's slender, fair hands, gently playing with them.

Bibi Dong continued to pretend she knew nothing and ate her dinner. This tacit understanding lasted until…

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)