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

Chapter 565 My Pope... You're really bold!
This kiss was different from the tentative and tender kiss in the alley...

It is more direct and more passionate.

Bibi Dong seemed to want to convey all the emotions in her heart to Dai Chengfeng through this kiss, without reservation.

Dai Chengfeng was clearly caught off guard; his body stiffened instantly, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Dai Chengfeng had hoped that Bibi Dong would be happy, but he never expected that Bibi Dong, who was always reserved and noble and paid special attention to her demeanor in public, would do such a shocking thing.

However, it was only a momentary shock...

Dai Chengfeng reacted quickly and without hesitation stretched out his arms to tightly wrap around her slender yet powerful waist.

He lowered his head, turning the tables and responding passionately, even fiercely, deepening the kiss.

Everything around seemed to have disappeared.

The deafening sounds of fireworks, the clamor of the crowd, the babbling of the river... all became blurred background noise.

In Bibi Dong's sensory world, all that remained was the burning heat on her lips and the firm, strong arms around her waist.

She could feel countless gazes falling on them, some surprised, some envious, and some teasingly friendly, making her blood rush to her cheeks and burn intensely.

Shame, like fine needles, gently pricked her nerves.

She is Pope Bibidon!
He is the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, a being revered by countless Soul Masters!

She should have been dignified and composed, not to be disrespected or treated with the slightest disrespect.

But at this moment, she was amidst the bustling crowd, before her own people, with her disciples…

They kissed so passionately.

This is absolutely heretical!

But Bibi Dong had to admit that she still found it a little exciting...

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After an unknown amount of time, until the air in his lungs was almost exhausted, until another wave of fireworks gradually faded, Dai Chengfeng reluctantly let go of her.

Bibi Dong was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling like water. She barely dared to look around, burying her burning cheeks back into Dai Chengfeng's chest, trying to avoid those probing gazes.

She could clearly hear Dai Chengfeng's equally rapid heartbeat...

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, cleverly using his wide sleeves to shield her from most of his view. His chin caressed the top of her head, his voice hoarse and satisfied:
“My Pope…you are quite bold.”

Bibi Dong didn't answer, but simply snuggled gently against him, like a cat seeking shelter.

The shame in my heart and the secret thrill were still intertwined, but more than that, there was an unprecedented sense of openness and release.

Perhaps, occasionally setting aside her burdens and experiencing the joys and impulses of everyday life isn't as bad as she imagines.

Beauty is always fleeting, like fireworks fading away...

After the commotion subsided, the crowd began to disperse in twos and threes.

Dai Chengfeng felt that Bibi Dong in his arms still showed no intention of raising her head, and the slender hand tightly gripping his shirt revealed...

She was far less "calm" than she appeared to be at that moment.

Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened, but he stopped teasing her. Instead, he made his protective gesture even more pronounced, his wide sleeves almost completely enveloping her in his shadow.

"Let's go back."

He lowered his head and whispered on the top of her head, his tone gentler than ever before.

Bibi Dong nodded almost imperceptibly.

The road back to the Spirit Hall seemed to stretch on endlessly, yet also seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. The two walked side by side in silence.

A subtle atmosphere flowed in the silence, carrying an added layer of intimate ambiguity compared to when they arrived.

Finally back in the palace...

After washing her face, the effects of Dai Chengfeng's makeup gradually faded, and Bibi Dong walked to the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.

The face that belonged to Pope Bibidon, a face that combined majesty and stunning beauty, gradually became clearer.

His purple eyes regained their former depth and sharpness, and the authority and aloofness of a superior reappeared between his brows.

But upon closer inspection, one can see deeper within those eyes, which always seem to hold endless scheming and coldness…

She seemed to possess an extra, almost imperceptible gentleness and warmth than usual; her eyes, as they moved, had lost some of their sharpness and gained a touch of languid allure.

Dai Chengfeng walked behind her, gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist, rested his chin on her delicate shoulder, and looked at her stunningly beautiful face in the mirror.

"Are you...happy today?"

Bibi Dong looked at the incredibly handsome young man behind her through the mirror.

No, it should be men...

This man was willing to put in so much effort for her, arranging a seemingly childish but heart-touching "hero saves the beauty" scene, and lighting up a starry sky just for her.

For a moment, her heart was filled with complex emotions.

She turned around and looked directly at Dai Chengfeng. Her face, devoid of all pretense, showed an expression of unprecedented gentleness and sincerity.

She nodded and answered clearly, each word resounding: "Very happy."

She paused, then, as if that wasn't enough, added, looking directly into Dai Chengfeng's eyes, "I've never been happier before."

Dai Chengfeng smiled, a very happy smile.

"As long as you're happy, teacher..."

However, the next second, Bibi Dong's actions caused the smile on his face to freeze instantly, turning into astonishment.

Bibi Dong gently pushed him, the force was not great, but it carried an unquestionable, almost queen-like meaning.

Caught off guard, Dai Chengfeng lost his balance and fell backward onto the edge of the soft, luxurious velvet bed.

Before he could even ask a question, something even more shocking happened, almost taking his breath away.

That noble, reserved, and inviolable Pope, the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, slowly bent her dignified knees and knelt on the soft carpet in front of him.

She raised her head, her face, now fully radiant with a breathtaking beauty born from her humble posture, facing him directly.

Her violet eyes shimmered with tears, holding an overwhelming array of complex emotions...

There was deep gratitude for his arrangements today, an intense love that was hard to conceal, and an extreme shyness that felt like breaking a vow...

Dai Chengfeng's heart clenched and then began to pound wildly. His breathing became rapid, and his blood seemed to rush to his head in an instant.

He could hardly believe what he was seeing.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice hoarse from the sudden thirst, carrying an incredulous shock and a secret, burning anticipation he himself was unaware of:

"Teacher...is this...a reward for me?"

Bibi Dong did not answer, but instead looked deeply at Dai Chengfeng with her purple eyes, which seemed to be able to draw out one's soul and were now filled with tears and passion.

Then, under Dai Chengfeng's intense gaze, she leaned down slightly...

(End of this chapter)