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

Chapter 569 Bibi Dong's Blame, Zhu Zhuqing's Rant

Dai Chengfeng took her small fist and placed it against his chest, letting her feel his equally rapid heartbeat, and chuckled softly:
"They only bully the teacher."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong tried to pull her hand back, but he held it firmly.

She glared at him, but the initial sharpness in her eyes had long since vanished, replaced by the embarrassment of having her thoughts exposed and a hint of indulgence that she herself was unaware of.

Dai Chengfeng looked down at the person in his arms, who was in such a rare and charming state, completely letting down her guard. His love surged and almost overflowed.

He couldn't help but place gentle, cherished kisses on her smooth forehead, moving downwards, across her trembling eyelashes and the tip of her upturned nose, finally returning to her slightly swollen lips for a light peck.

Whispering softly, her voice husky and sensual with emotion:

"Go to sleep, teacher, it's... almost dawn."

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng sat up.

Bibi Dong asked curiously, "What about you? Are you leaving?"

Dai Chengfeng smiled knowingly, "I was just trying to wash my fingers, wasn't I?"

"you!"

Bibi Dong instantly became angry again, and threw another punch at Dai Chengfeng, yelling, "Get out! Get out!"

After saying that, he turned his back to Dai Chengfeng and ignored him.

Dai Chengfeng smiled and left in a hurry. When Dai Chengfeng returned, Bibi Dong had already closed her eyes.

Dai Chengfeng smiled and lay down behind Bibi Dong, his arms around her waist, encircling her completely in his embrace.

Bibi Dong gave a soft "hmm," her voice gentle and languid, carrying a hint of weariness.

She adjusted to a more comfortable position in Dai Chengfeng's arms, pressed her burning cheek against his firm, hot chest, listened to his strong, slightly rapid heartbeat, and closed her eyes again.

Dai Chengfeng pulled the soft, silky quilt over them, wrapping them tightly together. His arms remained possessively around her waist, and his chin rested gently on the top of her head...

Feeling the warmth, softness, and realness of the body in my arms, I was filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and peace.

The palace returned to silence, with only the sound of their breathing gradually becoming even and deep.

Outside the window, the moonlight gradually sank in the west, and the deepest darkness before dawn quietly enveloped the earth.

Dai Chengfeng watched Bibi Dong drift off to sleep peacefully in his arms. Her long eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyelids like butterfly wings, and there seemed to be a faint, reassuring smile on her lips.

Gradually, Dai Chengfeng also drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking and the chill of the night had not yet been completely dispelled by the morning light, Dai Chengfeng quietly woke up.

He first felt the warm, soft body still sleeping in his arms, and then carefully, little by little, pulled out his arm, which had been used as a pillow by Bibi Dong for half the night and was already a little numb.

The whole process was slow, for fear of waking her.

Then, she nimbly rolled out of bed and, using the dim light coming in from the window, quickly and silently dressed herself.

After everything was tidied up, he returned to the bedside and stood gazing at it.

Bibi Dong was still sleeping soundly, her beautiful face appearing exceptionally serene and gentle in the soft morning light, as if she had been relieved of all her burdens.

Dai Chengfeng looked at it for a moment, then leaned down and gently placed a light kiss on its smooth forehead.

Having done all this, he vanished silently from the Pope's chambers.

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After leaving Bibi Dong's palace, Dai Chengfeng went straight to his own room.

Dai Chengfeng had originally planned to spend a few more 'wonderful' days with Bibi Dong, but since Hu Liena had come looking for him, he figured Zhu Zhuqing and his mother must be starting to worry. Therefore, Dai Chengfeng reluctantly returned.

Soon, Dai Chengfeng arrived at his room and casually pushed the door open.

After a night of passion with Bibi Dong and her quiet departure in the early morning, he was still immersed in a state of satisfied pleasure, but his body was inevitably a little tired. At this moment, he just wanted to lie back in his familiar bed as soon as possible and take a short rest.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of morning light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

Dai Chengfeng habitually walked towards the bed, and was about to take off his outer clothes when he suddenly stopped.

He keenly sensed that something seemed amiss on the bed.

The brocade quilt, which should have been flat, now had a slightly raised, human-shaped outline.

anyone?

A moment of vigilance flashed through Dai Chengfeng's mind, but then a familiar aura made his tense nerves relax.

The aura was cool and refreshing, yet carried a familiar fragrance; it belonged to Zhu Zhuqing.

Dai Chengfeng was somewhat surprised, "Why is this girl sleeping in her own bed at this time? Has she been waiting for a long time?"

Thinking it over, Dai Chengfeng tiptoed and quietly walked to the bedside.

In the dim light, he could see Zhu Zhuqing lying on her side, her back to him, her long black hair spread out on the pillow, as if she were fast asleep.

She must have waited too long to stay awake and that's why she fell asleep.

Looking at this familiar scene, tinged with a sense of dependence, and then comparing it to the teacher who had just left the papacy, now peacefully asleep...

A very subtle feeling welled up in Dai Chengfeng's heart. He felt a little guilty, but more than that, he felt a warm feeling of being cared for and waited for.

He suppressed the turmoil in his mind, gently bent down, carefully lifted a corner of the blanket, and lay down.

Then, he stretched out his arm...

"Well!"

However, the moment Dai Chengfeng's hand touched Zhu Zhuqing, the person in his arms trembled violently, instantly waking up. Her body tensed up instinctively, and the sharp aura of an agility-type battle spirit master almost burst forth immediately.

But the next second, that familiar scent and that familiar embrace made her immediately recognize the person behind her.

The tense body suddenly relaxed, but the anger from being disturbed for a moment did not completely dissipate.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't turn around, her voice still slightly nasal from just waking up and tinged with a hint of reproach, as she asked in a low voice:

"...Where did you go?"

Her voice was filled with worry and relief.

Dai Chengfeng had not returned for two nights, and within the Spirit Hall, she couldn't help but let her mind wander.

Dai Chengfeng's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained impassive. He buried his face in the crook of Zhu Zhuqing's neck, which carried a faint fragrance, and in a slightly weary but perfectly natural tone, delivered the words he had prepared beforehand:

"It's nothing. My teacher sent me on a top-secret mission. I just got back."

Upon hearing that it was a task personally assigned by Pope Bibidon, Zhu Zhuqing did not ask any further questions.

But she gently turned around in Dai Chengfeng's arms to face him, her cat-like eyes in the darkness carrying a hint of reproach as she whispered a complaint:
"Her Majesty Bibi Dong is really something. What kind of mission did she have to send you on? And you've been gone for so long without even a word..."

"Doesn't she know you just got back?"

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing defend him but inadvertently pointing the finger at the teacher who had just been tenderly entwined with him, Dai Chengfeng's guilty conscience resurfaced.

After all, it's a top-secret mission?
What mission?!
These past two days, he has clearly been spending all his time with that much-criticized "Emperor Bibi Dong," displaying extreme intimacy.

(End of this chapter)