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

Chapter 474 Bibi Dong's Attempt to Keep Her
Bibi Dong glared at Dai Chengfeng, but her gaze lost all its intimidation due to the lingering tears in her eyes…

Instead, it added a touch of angry charm.

But she didn't say anything in the end, tacitly approving Dai Chengfeng's "overstepping" of her authority. She then turned her back to him and carefully straightened her disheveled clothes.

When she turned around again, although her hair was still a little disheveled and the flush on her cheeks had not completely faded, the majestic pope seemed to have returned to her former self.

Only the lingering springtime in her eyes and her slightly swollen red lips silently told the story of what had just happened.

"cough,"

Bibi Dong coughed lightly, her voice still slightly hoarse.

"It's getting late, it's time for dinner. You can stay here tonight."

Although Bibi Dong wanted Dai Chengfeng, that little rascal, to leave, she also considered that Dai Chengfeng was about to go to acquire a spirit ring, and they wouldn't see each other for a long time...

Finally, for the first time, Bibi Dong couldn't help but try to persuade Dai Chengfeng to stay.

"is teacher."

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's plea to stay, Dai Chengfeng immediately complied, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

He stepped back and gracefully made a "please" gesture.

His posture was respectful, as if he were not the one who had just kissed Bibi Dong until she was almost suffocating.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Dai Chengfeng and took the lead in walking out of the hall.

Her high heels touched the ground lightly, her steps still elegant, but slightly faster than usual, almost unconsciously.

Dai Chengfeng followed Bibi Dong at a leisurely pace, half a step behind her, his gaze sweeping over her slightly reddened earlobes, his smile deepening.

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For dinner, Bibidon specially arranged for her maids to set the table in a small dining room adjacent to the Pope's bedroom.

Unlike the grand and spacious formal banquet hall, this place is decorated in a more exquisite and warm manner.

At this moment, exquisite tableware has been set on the table, candlesticks emit a soft glow, and several delicate dishes exude an enticing aroma.

The maids standing there kept their heads down and dared not look directly at the Pope, especially when they sensed the unusual aura emanating from His Holiness the Pope tonight—a aura that was both languid and subtly restless. They held their breath and remained focused.

"You all go down!"

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's instructions, the maids bowed and left.

Soon, only Dai Chengfeng and Bibi Dong remained in the room.

The two took their seats.

Bibidon sat upright in the main seat, her back ramrod straight, trying to maintain the dignity befitting a pope.

She picked up the silver cutlery, her movements seemingly elegant and normal, but her slightly trembling fingertips betrayed her inner turmoil.

She deliberately avoided Dai Chengfeng's gaze, focusing her attention on the exquisite dishes in front of her, as if they were some kind of difficult problem that required complete concentration to overcome.

Dai Chengfeng noticed her nervousness, and the smile on his lips deepened, but he was in no hurry to point it out.

He leisurely poured himself a glass of red wine. The dark red liquid swayed gently in the crystal glass, reflecting the flickering candlelight and the undisguised amusement and possessiveness in his eyes.

He wasn't in a hurry to eat, only occasionally picking up his wine glass to take a sip, his gaze always seemingly lingering on Bibi Dong.

"teacher,"

After a long silence, Dai Chengfeng finally spoke, his voice low and languid, "The dishes here seem to be even more refined than the daily meals at the Papal Palace."

"Was this prepared specifically for someone?"

Bibi Dong's hand holding the knife paused almost imperceptibly. Without looking up, she simply replied, "It's just an ordinary dinner. You're overthinking it."

"is it?"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly, the candlelight casting interplay of light and shadow on his handsome face.

"But why do I feel that this wine... is exceptionally mellow, this light... is exceptionally gentle, and even the air seems to still carry the teacher's unique fragrance?" "Insolence!"

Bibi Dong raised her eyes and glared at him, her cheeks flushing red again uncontrollably, this time more with embarrassment and annoyance.

"Eat your food properly, and if you keep talking nonsense, you're out right now!"

"Good good..."

Dai Chengfeng readily made a gesture of surrender, but the smile in his eyes deepened.

"I'll do whatever you say, teacher."

He responded, but did not restrain himself. Instead, he picked up the serving chopsticks and very naturally picked up a piece of tender fish and placed it on the plate in front of Bibi Dong.

"Teacher, you've been working so hard lately, please eat more. This fish looks good..."

"...You eat it too."

Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment, but still picked up her chopsticks, gently stirred the piece of fish, and finally picked it up and put it in her mouth.

Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened, and he took advantage of the situation by moving his chair closer to the other man.

“Teacher,” he leaned closer, lowering his voice, “you have sauce on your lips.”

"where?"

Bibi Dong subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it, but Dai Chengfeng gently grasped her wrist.

His palm was warm and strong, carrying an undeniable force.

"Don't move," Dai Chengfeng's voice was close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, bringing a shiver.

"I'll help you."

Instead of using a tissue, he leaned over and, to Bibi Dong's astonishment, very naturally used the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away the barely noticeable sauce stain from the corner of her lips.

The movements were slow and intimate; the warm touch from the fingertips was more thrilling than a kiss.

After making this move, he did not immediately back away, but maintained an extremely close distance, his nose almost touching her cheek, his deep eyes locked on her somewhat flustered pupils.

"All right."

He whispered, but his gaze slowly moved down from her eyes to her slightly swollen, alluringly glossy red lips.

Soon, Dai Chengfeng seemed to realize something...

He picked up the crystal goblet in front of him, the dark red wine shimmering alluringly in the candlelight.

"teacher,"

Dai Chengfeng's voice was deep, with a hint of lazy huskiness, "This wine is indeed rare; it would be a pity to drink it alone..."

"How about we share a drink?"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong glanced at him, her eyes filled with a hint of wariness, but more so with an irrepressible curiosity that had been piqued.

"Sharing a drink?"

She gave a soft hum, "How do I share it?"

"Are you going to take my wine glass away too?"

Dai Chengfeng's lips curved into a wider smile. He did not answer directly, but instead slowly brought the wine glass to his lips and, under Bibi Dong's gaze, took a sip.

He didn't swallow it, but just held it in his mouth, then gently placed the glass back on the table, making a crisp tapping sound.

Immediately afterward, before Bibi Dong could react, he suddenly leaned closer.

A hand gently yet firmly stroked her cheek, the fingertips burning hot, preventing her from instinctively trying to back away.

"Share it this way."

His whisper was muffled by the alcohol in his mouth, and before he finished speaking, he had already covered her lips with his.

(End of this chapter)