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

Chapter 582 Morning Exercise with Liu Erlong

"I...I can manage on my own."

At this moment, Liu Erlong slowly released Dai Chengfeng, trying to maintain some dignity as an 'elder'.

However, her voice sounded somewhat weak due to the soreness in her body and her shyness.

Dai Chengfeng readily released her hand, but his gaze never left her, with a hint of scrutiny and a smile, as he watched her carefully and slowly move to the edge of the bed to sit down, trying to hide her discomfort.

Dai Chengfeng smiled and pulled the low table to the bedside so that she could eat easily.

On the tray was a bowl of perfectly cooked white porridge, the rice grains blooming and emitting a fragrant aroma, accompanied by several refreshing side dishes.

A plate of light yellow scrambled eggs, and a glass of warm water.

Simple, yet it shows care.

"I don't know what your taste is like, so let's start with something light."

Dai Chengfeng sat down beside her, naturally picked up the bowl of porridge, stirred it gently with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Liu Erlong's lips.

The gesture was so natural and intimate, as if they had been doing this for a long time.

Liu Erlong was suddenly stunned. She looked at the steaming porridge spoon in front of her, then looked up at Dai Chengfeng.

His expression was focused, his eyes gentle, without the slightest hint of mockery or reluctance, as if taking care of her was a matter of course.

"I...I can do it myself."

Liu Erlong hurriedly reached out to take the bowl and spoon, but his fingertips trembled slightly with nervousness.

Last night's indulgence could be attributed to alcohol, but now, under the bright morning light, everything is laid bare.

She clearly remembers how awkwardly yet boldly she responded, and how she...

These memories made it almost impossible for her to face him honestly, especially his considerate and thoughtful actions, which only highlighted her inner turmoil.

Dai Chengfeng subtly moved his wrist, avoiding her hand, his tone leaving no room for refusal, yet still gentle:
"Don't move, you're tired, I'll do it."

Those six simple words seemed to possess a magical power, leaving Liu Erlong frozen in place.

The words "You're tired" shattered her attempt to maintain her composure, instantly turning her face red to her ears.

She opened her mouth hesitantly, but couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal...

Finally, under the gaze of those deep eyes, she lowered her head slightly and took the spoonful of porridge from his hand.

The warm porridge slid down my esophagus, spreading warmth and indeed relieving some of my fatigue and emptiness.

Dai Chengfeng was very patient, feeding her spoonful by spoonful, occasionally adding a little bit of side dish or scrambled egg to her mouth.

Liu Erlong was initially quite embarrassed, her eyes darting around, but Dai Chengfeng's attitude was too frank, and his movements were extremely natural.

Gradually, she passively relaxed, silently accepting his feeding, occasionally glancing up to steal a look at his profile so close to hers.

He was indeed young, with a handsome face and sharp features, but his brows revealed a composure and determination beyond his years.

Last night, it was this young yet powerful body that led her through unprecedented and terrifying waves.

Thinking of those passionate scenes, Liu Erlong quickly shook his head...

Soon, the bowl of porridge was almost empty.

Dai Chengfeng put down the bowl, then picked up a water glass and handed it to her. Liu Erlong took the glass and sipped the water, trying to use the cool water to suppress the inexplicable restlessness in her heart.

"Want more?" Dai Chengfeng asked.

Liu Erlong shook her head, put down her cup, still not daring to meet his gaze, and whispered:

"That's enough, thank you."

A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds outside the window.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows between the two. The air was filled with the lingering aroma of porridge and a subtle atmosphere known as "the morning after the deed"... a blend of languor, shyness, satisfaction, and a hint of restless desire.

Dai Chengfeng's gaze fell on Liu Erlong's lowered eyelashes, the slight trembling of which betrayed her unsettled state of mind.

His gaze slowly moved downwards, sweeping over her lips, which were moistened by drinking water and naturally rosy, and landing on her slender neck and the small patch of skin exposed at the slightly open collar of her undergarment.

There, faint traces of what he left behind last night could still be seen.

His gaze deepened subtly, and the frequency of his breathing seemed to change slightly as well.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across Liu Erlong's cheek with his fingertips, tucking it behind her ear.

His fingertips inevitably touched her sensitive earlobe and burning cheeks.

Liu Erlong trembled, as if struck by a weak electric current. He instinctively tried to dodge, but his body felt weak.

"Does it still hurt?"

He asked in a low voice, which was deeper than before and had a husky, gritty quality.

He was clearly asking about more than just the soreness when he got up.

Liu Erlong's face turned even redder, almost as if it were about to bleed.

How is she supposed to answer that?
To say it hurts? Wouldn't that be admitting that he's "tortured" you enough?

To say it doesn't hurt? That seems to carry some kind of implication...

She glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, but to Dai Chengfeng, the glare had no intimidating effect. Instead, her watery eyes and flushed cheeks added a touch of coquettish charm.

"you……"

Liu Erlong wanted to scold him, but found that his vocabulary was poor and his voice was too soft and sweet.

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, the sound resonating from his chest, carrying a sense of pleasure and understanding.

He leaned closer, his forehead gently touching hers, their noses almost touching, their hot breaths mingling.

“Erlong,” he called her by her name, no longer the somewhat teasing “Elder Liu” or “Teacher Erlong,” but the direct and affectionate “Erlong.”

"Now, you're very clear-headed, right?"

Liu Erlong's heart skipped a beat, almost bursting out of his chest.

His words completely tore away the fig leaf of "drunkenness".

Yes, she is now fully conscious, bathed in sunshine, and clear-headed. Everything that happened last night, and the lingering sensations in her body, are reminding her that it was not a dream.

She could no longer deceive herself.

Seeing her suddenly tense up and even hold her breath, Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened, but also became more serious.

He put one arm around her waist and gently cupped her face with the other, his thumb stroking her smooth cheek.

“Last night, you could say it was because you were drunk,” he said, his lips almost touching hers, his breath hot, “but what about now?”

"Would the now-sane Liu Erlong still be willing...?"

Dai Chengfeng's questions were direct yet seductive, possessing a fatal attraction.

Liu Erlong's mind went blank, and the flames deep within his body that had just been soothed by the porridge were easily stirred into a raging fire by his few words.

After all, she had just experienced it and was already craving more, let alone someone who had suppressed it for so many years.
The extreme experience of being forcefully led, climbing to the top and then falling was something she had never imagined in her decades of conventional life.

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, with her cheeks flushed, her eyes unfocused, and her body trembling slightly, Dai Chengfeng already understood.

He no longer waited for her verbal reply, but instead showed it through his actions.

(End of this chapter)