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

Chapter 566: Tell Qian Renxue that you want to find her a new father?

The night was deep, the noise had subsided, and all was quiet...

The Pope's bedroom in the Spirit Hall.

The bright moonlight shone through the huge glass windows, casting a hazy silver veil over the room.

In the bedroom.

In front of the bathroom vanity, a huge crystal mirror clearly reflected two figures.

Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall stood naked in front of the mirror.

Her fair and flawless skin had a faint pink tint and a warm glow.

Her long, flowing pinkish-purple hair was casually swept to one side, revealing her smooth, delicate back and incredibly slender waist.

She leaned down slightly, gave Dai Chengfeng a disdainful look, and then used a toothbrush to apply special tooth powder with a refreshing floral scent to her teeth.

In the mirror, her eyes and brows no longer held the same sternness and coldness as during the day, but instead exuded a languid charm and gentleness.

Dai Chengfeng, wearing a silver nightgown, stood behind Bibi Dong, his strong chest pressed against her cool, smooth back.

His arms encircled her slender waist, and his large hands naturally rested on her flat stomach, his fingertips lightly caressing her delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine.

He lowered his head, buried his face in the fragrant strands of hair at the side of her neck, and took a deep breath.

Then, his warm lips began to wander restlessly, from the back of her slender neck to her sensitive earlobe, and finally, he took her round and lovely earlobe into his mouth.

"Um……"

Bibi Dong paused slightly while brushing her teeth, and a very soft whimper, tinged with helplessness and coquettishness, escaped from deep in her throat.

She gently nudged him with her elbow, "Stop it... I'll brush my teeth first... it's all..."

But Dai Chengfeng not only didn't loosen his grip, he intensified his efforts, gently licking the soft earlobe.

Only when he felt the body in his arms tremble noticeably did he chuckle softly and breathe into her ear in a hoarse voice, clearly filled with grievance and dissatisfaction:

"Teacher...why won't you give it to me?"

Bibi Dong stopped brushing her teeth completely.

In the mirror, she saw the boy behind her—no, the man—whose deep eyes churned with undisguised longing and confusion.

She could also see the complex emotions flashing across her own eyes.

Seeing her silence, Dai Chengfeng felt even more resentful and restless.

He tightened his arms around her waist, pressing them even closer together, and continued in a muffled voice:
"Teacher...aside from the final step, is there anything else that hasn't happened between us?"

"It seems like... I've done everything I should and shouldn't have done, haven't I?"

"But why... why is it always this last step that you... refuse to agree to?"

He recounted those intimate moments, from the initial awkward touches to their later exploration of each other...

On countless secret nights, in this palace that belonged to the Pope, they had long since crossed the line between master and disciple.

She would be captivated by his kisses, bloom in his arms with her most beautiful appearance, and allow him to do all sorts of intimate things.

Only when facing that last line of defense would she always regain a sliver of clarity.

Refuse him politely in various ways, or push him away directly.

This feeling is like presenting a sumptuous feast to a thirsty traveler, but removing the staple food that is most filling, leaving one both eager and helpless.

As Bibi Dong listened to Dai Chengfeng's words, she gripped the toothbrush tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white. She slowly spat out the foam in her mouth and wiped her lips with the warm, damp towel beside her.

Then, she looked up and met Dai Chengfeng's eyes, which were filled with persistence and desire, through the mirror.

Her eyes were complex, containing love, struggle, and a hint of barely perceptible guilt...

There was also a heavy concern that Dai Chengfeng could not fully understand at the moment.

After a moment of silence, just as Dai Chengfeng thought she would, as usual, change the subject with silence or a kiss...

Bibi Dong sighed softly, almost imperceptibly.

"Chengfeng..."

Her voice was low, with a rare hesitation and difficulty, "There are some things...you don't know."

She paused, as if gathering her courage, her gaze lowering slightly to her hands on the dressing table, her fingertips white from the effort she had put in.

"If...if...we really have to completely...I need to talk to Xiao...to someone first, and then...can we."

Her voice grew softer and softer, especially when she mentioned one person, which carried an indescribable, subtle emotion.

"Say it to someone?"

Dai Chengfeng subconsciously repeated a sentence, not fully realizing it at first.

But in an instant...

Qian Renxue!
That woman, possessing a six-winged angel martial soul, noble and beautiful, who had been lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire for many years and was meticulous in her thinking, was also Bibi Dong's... daughter!
Could it be that Bibi Dong wants to say something to Qian Renxue?

Tell Qian Renxue that her mother, His Holiness the Pope of the Spirit Hall, wants to find her a new father.

Thinking of Qian Renxue's clear yet imposing golden eyes, if she knew about her and her mother...

Dai Chengfeng felt a chill run down his spine, and a strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

Even Dai Chengfeng, who had just been so assertive in his questioning, lost his composure, and the arm around Bibi Dong's waist unconsciously loosened its grip.

His eyes flickered, and he dared not look directly at Bibi Dong in the mirror again. He reluctantly looked away and ultimately did not dare to ask any further questions.

"Uh... I see..."

He touched his nose guiltily, secretly glad that Bibi Dong had her back to him and hadn't immediately noticed the fascinating changes in his expression.

Bibi Dong, seemingly lost in her own thoughts, was completely unaware of Dai Chengfeng's sudden change in demeanor.

When she mentioned Qian Renxue, she was filled with mixed emotions.

For a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, a subtle silence fell over the palace, with only the sound of their heartbeats clearly audible.

Bibi Dong shook off the jumbled thoughts in her mind, picked up the cup again, rinsed her mouth, and completed her pre-sleep cleaning.

Then, she gently pushed away Dai Chengfeng, who seemed to be still in a daze, walked to the bedside, lifted the luxurious and soft velvet quilt, lay down, and turned her back to Dai Chengfeng, leaving only a beautiful and graceful silhouette.

Dai Chengfeng also came to his senses, suppressed his anxiety, walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

He habitually leaned over and pulled Bibi Dong's soft, fragrant body back into his arms from behind.

His large hand naturally covered her body, his palm feeling the amazing smoothness and elasticity of her skin, and his nose filled with the fragrance of her hair.

However, it seems that after that conversation about Qian Renxue, Dai Chengfeng dared not do anything excessive at this moment.

They were afraid that Bibi Dong might get carried away and actually confess to Qian Renxue...

(End of this chapter)