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

Chapter 438 Come to my room tonight
"That thing you've been thinking about?"

Dai Chengfeng's pointed words initially puzzled Bibi Dong, but soon, a "strange" thought flashed through her mind—a thought that Dai Chengfeng had repeatedly and persistently brought up but which she had always firmly rejected.

Instantly, her purple pupils contracted sharply, and her face flushed red.

"You...you don't even think about it!"

Bibi Dong blurted it out almost without thinking, her voice filled with panic and embarrassment, shaking her head like a rattle drum.

"no!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Don't even think about it!"

"A mouth...a mouth is only for eating! I really don't know where you get so many...so many absurd ideas!"

Seeing Bibi Dong's intense reaction, Dai Chengfeng sighed inwardly, "Still not working?"

But on the surface, he remained relentless.

Dai Chengfeng felt this was a good opportunity, taking advantage of Bibi Dong's jealousy, and a sense of crisis crept into his heart...

Otherwise, who knows when we'll find such an opportunity again.

Thinking this, Dai Chengfeng wrapped his arms around Bibi Dong's waist, gently drawing circles on her smooth, flat abdomen with his fingernails, while burying his face in the crook of her neck and starting to act like a rogue.

"Teacher, if you don't agree, I won't leave!"

"Anyway, you have a meeting soon, so I'll just wait here and we can continue our 'discussion' after you're done."

"Are you threatening me?" Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly.

Dai Chengfeng raised his head, his face full of "grievance" and "complaint," and began to rant and ramble: "How dare I threaten you, teacher?"

"But teacher, tell me yourself, how long has it been?"

"You won't give me this, you won't allow me that... Every time in the end, you just... just use your hand to appease me... Waaah!"

"I feel bitter in my heart!"

As Dai Chengfeng's words became increasingly absurd, even describing details that made her blush, Bibi Dong no longer cared about her composure. She hurriedly covered his mouth with her hand, her cheeks turning so red they seemed to bleed, glaring at him with shame and anger.
"You! Shut up! Don't say such things!"

This is the Papal Palace! Although there is no one here, just imagining those words echoing in this solemn hall is enough to make Bibi Dong feel extremely ashamed.

Even though Bibi Dong covered his mouth, Dai Chengfeng still blinked at her with his eyes, his gaze filled with resentment and the stubbornness of "I'll keep making trouble if you don't agree."

The two remained locked in a stalemate, one filled with shame and indignation, the other utterly shameless.

After a while, as the meeting time drew closer, Bibi Dong seemed to have completely lost the battle.

Her hand, which had been covering Dai Chengfeng's mouth, loosened slightly and fell limply to her sides.

"You..."

Bibi Dong sighed deeply, her beautiful face filled with helplessness, embarrassment, and a sense of resignation.

She turned her face away, not daring to look into Dai Chengfeng's eyes, her voice barely audible, almost squeezed out between her teeth: "...Okay...but...just once!"

She emphasized, then quickly added, "Tonight... come to my room tonight... not now, I really have important things to discuss later, I must... I must remain sober and dignified."

It seemed as if she had used up all her strength to say those words.

Heaven knows how she, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, could be forced to make such a promise by her own disciple.

"Really?"

Dai Chengfeng's eyes instantly lit up with ecstatic joy, and the aggrieved and complaining expression on his face vanished, replaced by a radiant smile of triumph.

He leaned in and planted a deep kiss on Bibi Dong's burning cheek. "It's a promise! Teacher, you're the best!"

"Then this disciple will not disturb your business discussion any longer. I will come to see you again tonight!"

Having achieved his goal, Dai Chengfeng immediately became incredibly "obedient".

He carefully helped Bibi Dong up from his lap and even tidied her slightly disheveled papal robes and hair.

Bibi Dong blushed, slapped away his restless hand, and tried her best to straighten her face and regain her cold and dignified appearance, although it had little effect.

"Get out of here now...right now...immediately!"

"Yes, yes, yes, this disciple will leave right away, right away!"

Dai Chengfeng responded with a grin, finally satisfied, and walked towards the entrance of the Papal Palace, turning back every few steps.

Watching his smug figure disappear outside the door, the heavy door slowly closed, and Bibi Dong finally relaxed completely. Her body swayed slightly, and she reached out to hold onto the back of the papal throne beside her.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently tracing her still burning lips and her earlobe, which still felt damp.

Finally, he reluctantly touched the fresh hickey on his fair neck.

"This...traitor..."

Bibi Dong muttered something under her breath, her tone complex and difficult to decipher, the meaning of which perhaps even she herself could not fully understand.

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Dai Chengfeng stepped lightly out of the Papal Palace. The bright afternoon sun shone on him, as if gilding him with a dazzling golden edge.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air and felt his heart expand and his mind become incredibly open. Even the solemn buildings in Wuhun City seemed much more familiar and pleasing to the eye.

He practically hummed a little tune as he walked back.

In his mind, he kept replaying the image of Bibi Dong's embarrassed and helpless expression, which she ultimately had no choice but to compromise.

Her whispered words, barely audible, "Just once... tonight..." were like the most beautiful celestial music.

"After countless rounds of persistent pleading, indirect probing, and even taking advantage of her occasional jealousy and sense of crisis, I've finally made a breakthrough today!"

Dai Chengfeng smiled, after all, this was not just a promise of "benefits", but also an extremely strong signal.

This means that his noble and aloof teacher is gradually letting down his guard and breaking down his defenses, tacitly approving and even beginning to respond to his increasingly demanding requests.

Dai Chengfeng could almost see the day when he would finally pluck this proud papal flower.

No longer far away!

For a moment, Dai Chengfeng could no longer suppress the smile on his lips. It was a smile that mixed smugness, anticipation, and a certain burning passion, which added a touch of wicked charm to his already handsome face.

Soon, Dai Chengfeng returned to his courtyard in a very good mood.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, two slender figures came into view.

Zhu Zhuqing was sitting at the stone table, quietly reading through a book of martial soul fusion techniques.

She has a tall and straight figure with amazing curves, and even when she is just sitting, she exudes a cool and focused aura.

And on the opposite side.

Hu Liena practiced her combat skills in the open space of the courtyard. Her figure was light and graceful, and every turn she made was naturally alluring.

The two women have very different styles, but both are exceptionally beautiful, a rare find in the world.

(End of this chapter)