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

Chapter 448 Xu Song really didn't lie to me.

"little bastard……"

Bibi Dong sighed almost imperceptibly in her heart. With her back to Dai Chengfeng, she slowly raised her slender, white fingers and, with a slight tremor, unbuttoned the first button of her long dress.

Her movements were slow, as if every tiny action required immense courage from her.

Her clothes gradually loosened, revealing her beautifully shaped neck and a small patch of dazzlingly white jade back.

The fingertips continued downwards, one after another...

The purple fabric slowly slid down to the sides, first revealing the rounded shoulders, then the smooth back, and the delicate skin shimmered with a soft, pearly luster in the hazy mist and candlelight.

Her clothes were completely pulled down to her arms, then slid down her slender arms, piled up at her slender waist, and finally fell silently down to the floor covered with a soft carpet, following her graceful curves.

Purple silk, like petals that have fallen after blooming, clustered around her feet.

She was only wearing a close-fitting undergarment, her figure was slender and exquisite, her waist was so thin that it was hard to wrap one's hands around it, and her back view was breathtakingly beautiful.

She paused slightly, then reached her arm behind her back, freeing herself from the last restraint.

The thin fabric slipped off quietly, and the intense shame made her fair skin blush slightly.

She didn't even dare to turn around, but subconsciously hugged herself slightly with her arms. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she stretched out her jade feet, tested the water temperature, and quickly stepped into the warm pool.

Let the rippling waves wash over your body, down to just below your collarbone, leaving only a glimpse of your snow-white shoulders and delicate collarbone that evokes a sense of longing.

And that stunningly beautiful face, so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

The gentle waves enveloped my body, bringing a sense of comfort and security.

She closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, trying to ignore the subtle sound of her footsteps entering the water and the increasingly aggressive masculine presence approaching.

"You... stay away."

Bibi Dong's voice was soft and gentle, imbued with the scent of misty water.

She didn't even dare to turn around completely, only slightly tilting her head to glance at the figure beyond the water's surface, as if this would preserve the last bit of dignity she held as the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

"teacher……"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly.

However, instead of stepping back, he leaned closer and then naturally sat down next to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong felt the ripples in the water and the sudden, intense heat emanating from her body. Her slender back tensed instantly, like the most alert kitten.

"Get...get away...did you hear me?"

Dai Chengfeng still did not answer, but simply reached out and gently grasped the strand of purple hair floating on the water, wrapping the long hair around his fingertips.

Bibi Dong's hair, like the finest silk, became even more mysterious and smooth after being soaked in hot spring water.

After a long silence, Dai Chengfeng seemed to sigh, or perhaps mutter to himself, "Xu Song... he really didn't lie to me."

"Ok?"

Bibi Dong unconsciously uttered a questioning syllable.

Xu Song?

The name was completely unfamiliar to her; she had never heard Dai Chengfeng mention it before, and it was certainly not from anyone in the Spirit Hall or any well-known powerhouse on the continent.

This seemingly random remark left her feeling a mix of embarrassment and confusion.

Dai Chengfeng's gaze shifted from the strands of hair at her fingertips to her profile, which appeared even more delicate and smooth due to the steam. A clear hint of admiration and infatuation flashed in his eyes as he whispered:

“…Purple, it really has a certain charm.” “You…”

Bibi Dong's cheeks and ears turned completely red.

Although she still didn't know who "Xu Song" was, it didn't matter at all.

This traitor!

Is he...is he praising himself in this roundabout way?
An indescribable, extremely subtle mix of pride and shyness, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, rippled almost imperceptibly deep within her heart.

As the Pope, Bibi Dong was extremely noble and had an unparalleled beauty. She received countless praises and flattery every day.

But whenever Dai Chengfeng praised her, she always felt something was different.

But how could the Pope's pride and long-held defensiveness be so easily broken? The moment that inexplicable smugness appeared, she forcibly suppressed it.

She abruptly turned her head away from him, deliberately lowering her voice to try and dispel the unsettling atmosphere.

"What nonsense are you spouting! I don't understand... You, you stay away from me!"

However, the trembling at the end of her voice and the flushed earlobes betrayed the true turmoil in her heart.

Dai Chengfeng seemed to ignore her blustering but cowardly expulsion order.

His gaze fell on her rounded shoulders and a small patch of her beautiful back, which were revealed as she turned to the side, her skin glowing alluringly in the water and candlelight.

His eyes darkened, and suddenly he reached out and dipped his hand into the water, his warm palm gently grasping her slender calf.

"?!"

Bibi Dong shuddered, as if struck by a weak electric current. Her toes curled up involuntarily, and she instinctively tried to pull her leg back.

"You rebellious disciple... what are you planning to do now?!"

“Teacher, you have worked hard today,” Dai Chengfeng’s voice was surprisingly calm. “I see that you seem tired. I know a little about massage, so I may be able to help you relieve your fatigue.”

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng's fingers began to move.

The pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, pressing the acupoints around Bibi Dong's calves.

That feeling... was surprisingly comfortable.

Bibi Dong was slightly surprised. He felt as if the tension and pressure he had accumulated throughout the day were slowly dissipated with Dai Chengfeng's just-right massage force.

"You...don't try that...I don't need it..."

Although surprised, Bibi Dong still subconsciously refused, but her protests were noticeably weaker, and her body even relaxed a little.

In truth, Bibi Dong knew perfectly well that this was merely Dai Chengfeng's excuse, his attempt to take advantage of her, but...

I don't think I really hate it.

I seem to... even enjoy this feeling of being carefully pampered?
As she pondered, Bibi Dong closed her eyes slightly.

Leaning against the pool wall, she tacitly agreed to Dai Chengfeng's massage, half helplessly and half indulgently.

However, just when Bibi Dong thought that Dai Chengfeng's hand would gradually move up her calf and take advantage of her,

However, Dai Chengfeng's hands remained steadily on her ankles and calves, patiently massaging them, as if he truly only wanted to relieve her fatigue.

But just as Bibi Dong thought she had misunderstood Dai Chengfeng, and that he really just wanted to give her a massage to relax her mind a little...

Dai Chengfeng's fingers suddenly changed their movement.

The fingers that were pressing acupoints suddenly turned into quick and gentle scratching, landing precisely on the soles of her feet!
(End of this chapter)