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

Chapter 431 Sharing the same bed
Dai Chengfeng leaned down slightly, gently took Liu Erlong's earlobe into his mouth, and whispered something in her ear as his warm breath brushed against her sensitive little ear.

"Yeah, it's over."

"Being sad for someone who isn't worth it is a waste of your life, my dear Erlong sister..."

"You deserve better."

"Better?"

Liu Erlong chuckled blankly, her eyes vacant. "There's no such thing as a better one... Men are all pretty much the same... They're all the same... You... Aren't you the same..."

Although she was very drunk, she seemed to still retain a trace of instinct to retaliate against Dai Chengfeng for taking advantage of her.

"Yeah~"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled nonchalantly and bit her earlobe slightly, causing Liu Erlong to let out a soft cry.

"Whether I'm a good person or not, Sister Erlong already... knows, doesn't she?"

Liu Erlong seemed to tremble slightly again, as if touched by the deeper meaning in Dai Chengfeng's words and the touch of his fingertips.

She wanted to argue, but a heavy wave of intoxication and exhaustion washed over her, overwhelming her senses.

Her complaints grew fainter and fainter, gradually turning into unconscious murmurs, and her eyelids drooped heavily.

"Anyway...you're a little bastard too...it's over...everything...is over..."

The last few words were almost inaudible, and Liu Erlong's breathing became even and long. Her hand, which was holding Dai Chengfeng's clothes, slowly loosened and slid down.

She was finally completely overwhelmed by the alcohol and her emotions, and drifted off to sleep.

Seeing this, Dai Chengfeng looked down at Liu Erlong's peaceful sleeping face. At this moment, she had put away all her sharp edges and looked like a helpless child.

The blush on her cheeks hadn't faded, her long eyelashes cast faint shadows under her eyes, and her swollen lips were slightly pouted, as if she were asking for something.

Dai Chengfeng stared at her for a long time, "This Liu Erlong..."

Dai Chengfeng smiled, slowly stood up, and gently lifted Liu Erlong into his arms.

"Um……"

Liu Erlong seemed to be awakened by Dai Chengfeng's movements. She frowned slightly and let out a muffled moan, but did not open her eyes. She just instinctively snuggled into his arms.

Dai Chengfeng carried her and steadily walked towards the bedroom.

Dai Chengfeng's steps were steady, but there was a faint hint of drunkenness in his eyes; he had indeed drunk quite a bit.

Soon, Dai Chengfeng entered Liu Erlong's boudoir.

Gently place it on the soft bed.

As her body sank into the soft bedding, Liu Erlong seemed to be slightly awakened by the touch, regaining a sliver of consciousness.

She tried desperately to open her eyes, but could only manage to open them a crack. Her gaze was unfocused, and she mumbled incoherently.

"……Um?"

"Where...is this? Why is it so soft..."

Dai Chengfeng sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over her, brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, and whispered comforting words:
"It's your room, your bed. Sleep peacefully."

"...My...bed?"

Liu Erlong repeated it, his brain sluggishly processing the information.

A moment later, she seemed to realize the danger they were in, a hint of panic flashed across her face, and her body instinctively tried to curl up.

"You...how did you get in...No..."

Dai Chengfeng gently pressed her shoulders to keep her from moving, his voice deep and reassuring: "Don't be afraid, you're drunk and need to rest."

"I'll be here with you."

"Stay with...me?"

Liu Erlong repeated in confusion, but the phrase "I'll stay with you" seemed to strangely soothe her unease.

The power of alcohol swept over her again, destroying her last bit of strength to struggle.

Completely numb to her fears, she stopped struggling and simply let out a very soft "hmm..." before falling into a deep sleep again.

Dai Chengfeng's fingers gently combed through her long, ink-black hair, smoothing it out and making sure it wasn't crushed. His gaze lingered on her unguarded sleeping face.

It was late at night, and Dai Chengfeng's drunkenness was beginning to take hold.

He could clearly feel a wave of intense fatigue and dizziness wash over him.

Finally, Dai Chengfeng seemed unable to resist the heavy drowsiness any longer. His body swayed slightly, and he subconsciously tried to find a point of support.

So, almost following his body's instincts, he lay down on the bed, fully clothed, in a daze, next to Liu Erlong.

The bed was spacious enough, but the two were not far apart.

He could even feel the warmth and even breathing emanating from Liu Erlong.

Then, the entire room fell silent.

Only the faint sound of the wind outside the window and the intermingling breaths inside, carrying the scent of wine, remained.

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, falling onto the bed and outlining the silhouettes of the two sleeping figures.

…………

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The next day, as dawn broke, a ray of soft sunlight shone through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on Liu Erlong's face.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened them like butterfly wings.

The dull ache of a hangover immediately struck, her temples throbbing, causing her to unconsciously furrow her brows.

Not fully conscious, she subconsciously raised her hand to rub her temples, but fragments of last night's memories surged back—the complete break with Yu Xiaogang, Dai Chengfeng's comforting words, his forceful kiss, the tingling sensation of his warm breath brushing against her ear, those blush-inducing whispers, and finally, Dai Chengfeng carrying her back to bed…

"?!"

In an instant, Liu Erlong's eyes widened and he sat up abruptly from the bed.

The silk quilt slipped off her shoulders, bringing a touch of coolness.

"sky……"

She gasped softly, her heart pounding.

She looked around in a panic. The familiar carved wardrobe, the scattered rouge and powder on the dressing table, the gauze curtains fluttering in the wind in front of the window—this was indeed her boudoir.

But when she abruptly turned her head to look to her side, her breath almost stopped—

Dai Chengfeng slept there.

He lay on his side, facing her, his handsome face appearing exceptionally gentle in the morning light.

Thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and his usually playful mouth was now slightly parted, emitting steady, long breaths.

A ray of sunlight fell perfectly on his high, straight nose, outlining his perfect profile.

Liu Erlong's heart was beating even faster, almost as if it would leap out of his chest.

She subconsciously looked down to check—the light blue dress from yesterday, though wrinkled beyond recognition, was still perfectly intact on her; the brocade quilt covering her was neatly arranged, and even the belt around her waist was not loose.

"call……"

Confirming that she hadn't had relations with Dai Chengfeng, Liu Erlong let out a long sigh of relief, her tense shoulders gradually relaxing.

Then, she turned her gaze back to Dai Chengfeng, her eyes filled with complex and tender emotions.

She moved a little closer and gazed at his sleeping face.

In the morning light, a few strands of his dark hair fell casually across his forehead, adding to his youthful purity.

Unbeknownst to her, her fingertips gently brushed across his cheek, the touch warm and real.

"Thank you, Dai Chengfeng."

Liu Erlong murmured softly, "Thank you for being there for me when I needed you most..."

"But you really leave me wondering how to face you..."

(End of this chapter)