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

Chapter 574 Unless the teacher kisses me, maybe a kiss will solve everything.

"Stay in Wuhun City?"

Liu Erlong repeated Dai Chengfeng's question, his tone carrying a hint of elusiveness.

She shifted her gaze from Dai Chengfeng to the courtyard wall outside the window, which was slightly whitened by the sunlight.

"There's too much trouble here."

"That woman, Bibi Dong, has a mind as deep and cold as a pool of water. She treats people with courtesy on the surface, but who knows what schemes she is hiding underneath?"

"Besides..."

She paused, and didn't say the rest of her sentence.

Dai Chengfeng stopped stirring and turned to look at her.

"There are right and wrong everywhere, the key is whether there are people or things worth keeping."

"Isn't the point of having great power to allow one to live more freely?"

“In Wuhun City, there are the best cultivation resources, and... people who can take care of you.”

"To take care of?"

Liu Erlong seemed to have heard something amusing, a self-deprecating smile curving her lips. "When have I, Liu Erlong, ever needed anyone to look after me?"

Dai Chengfeng ignored her comment, but smiled meaningfully and turned his attention back to the porridge pot.

"The porridge is almost done, just simmer it for a little while longer."

He put the pot lid on and pulled some firewood out of the stove to reduce the fire.

After doing all this, he did not leave the stove, but instead leaned against the cabinet next to him, his gaze falling unabashedly on Liu Erlong.

The kitchen space felt even more cramped because of his presence.

Liu Erlong could clearly feel his scrutinizing gaze, which carried an indescribable heat, causing her emotions, which had just begun to calm down, to become somewhat disordered again.

She shifted her feet somewhat awkwardly, pretending to tidy up the stovetop, which didn't really have much to do anyway.

“Teacher,” Dai Chengfeng suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of lazy laughter, “Why are you so nervous?”

"Who's nervous?"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Liu Erlong immediately retorted, but her voice unconsciously rose eight octaves, sounding weak in confidence.

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, his chest vibrating. The laughter was like a tickle, tickling one's ears.

"I just think that things are fine as they are now."

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the simple yet warmly lived-in small kitchen, finally settling on Liu Erlong's slightly flushed profile...

"It's very cozy."

The word "warmth" was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in Liu Erlong's heart.

She had to admit that it was a pleasant afternoon filled with the aroma of food.

In this small but warm space, having someone busy beside her, occasionally exchanging a few words, or even just offering silent companionship, truly eased her long-standing loneliness and coldness.

This long-lost feeling, almost like "home," made her feel both resistant and irresistibly attached to it.

However, this craving terrified her.

She had long been accustomed to arming herself with irritability and aloofness, and to licking her wounds alone.

Dai Chengfeng's intrusion was too sudden and too forceful; he was tearing apart the carefully constructed shell of her in an almost tyrannical manner.

Just as Liu Erlong was wavering, Dai Chengfeng suddenly made a move.

Without warning, he took a step forward and moved closer to her from behind.

The man's tall and imposing figure instantly brought a strong sense of oppression. Then, a pair of strong and powerful arms wrapped around her, accurately encircling her voluptuous yet supple waist.

Liu Erlong froze instantly, as if her pressure points had been struck, rendering her unable to move. Dai Chengfeng's chest pressed tightly against her back, and through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the burning heat and strong, powerful heartbeat emanating from his chest.

His warm breath brushed against her earlobe and the side of her neck, carrying the faint steam from freshly cooked porridge and his unique, aggressive masculine scent.

"so……"

Dai Chengfeng gently rested his chin on Liu Erlong's shoulder, his voice becoming even deeper and more magnetic due to the close proximity, as if possessing a bewitching magic.

"That would make it even warmer."

Liu Erlong's mind went blank for a moment.

The man's body temperature felt so real, his embrace so strong, and it even carried an undeniable domineering presence.

She should have pushed him away immediately, should have rebuked his rudeness, should have…

However, a hidden shiver ran through the depths of his body, an almost instinctive relaxation and longing that arose when he was enveloped in warmth and protected by power.

A tiny voice inside me said: Yes, it's warm and cozy, even... something to cherish.

But the thought was fleeting, immediately overwhelmed by immense embarrassment and long-established defense mechanisms.

When did Liu Erlong become so weak that she needs a disciple much younger than herself to provide warmth and comfort?
"open!"

Liu Erlong squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his voice trembling slightly.

She suddenly raised her arm and shoved her elbow backward with considerable force, hitting Dai Chengfeng squarely in the ribs.

"Well……"

Dai Chengfeng let out a muffled groan, his arms around her tightening suddenly for a moment, then loosening slightly as if in pain.

But he didn't let go completely; instead, he shamelessly pressed his entire weight onto her back, his voice immediately filled with exaggerated pain and grievance.

"Teacher...you're so cruel...it hurts so much..."

Liu Erlong felt the force behind her loosen, and immediately took the opportunity to break free from his embrace, took a step forward, and turned to face him.

The blush on her face hadn't faded, but her eyes had regained their usual sharpness, though beneath that sharpness lay a hint of panic.

"Serves you right! Who told you to lay a hand on me!"

Dai Chengfeng clutched the spot where he had been hit, his handsome face contorted in pain...

She looked extremely distressed, staring longingly at Liu Erlong, her peach blossom eyes glistening with tears, making her look incredibly pitiful.

"I was just unable to control myself for a moment... Master went too far, I'm sure I'm injured internally..."

As he spoke, he secretly observed Liu Erlong's expression.

Looking at his shameless behavior, Liu Erlong was so angry she wanted to laugh, but she forced a straight face.

"Stop pretending! Do you think I don't know your level of cultivation?"

She knew this kid's strength all too well. Although she hadn't held back in her attack just now, she could never have injured him like this.

“It really hurts…”

Dai Chengfeng leaned forward, pointed to the spot where he had been hit, and said shamelessly.

"Teacher, look, it's definitely bruised... No, it won't heal..."

Liu Erlong rolled her eyes at him, too annoyed to pay him any attention. She turned around, picked up a spoon, and prepared to continue stirring the porridge in the pot, trying to hide her still somewhat rapid heartbeat.

Seeing that Liu Erlong ignored him, Dai Chengfeng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something in a low voice, full of teasing and ambiguity:

"Unless... the teacher gives me a kiss, maybe a kiss will fix it."

"roll!"

Without thinking, Liu Erlong swung the spoon handle at Dai Chengfeng, who dodged it nimbly this time.

(End of this chapter)