Douluo Continent: Twin Golden and Silver Dragons Shock Bibi Dong

"This is really not considered reckless."

Xuan Hao's movements were disciplined; he simply and honestly used essential oils to massage and relax a large area of ​​her back.

"Na'er always presses it like this. Teacher, don't worry, I absolutely won't break through any further. If I dare to have any bad intentions, just unleash your Soul-Devouring Spider King Leg right now and stab me to death on this bed. I won't even flinch!"

Listening to Xuan Hao's shameless, oath-like promise, and feeling the ultimate comfort coming from his back—a comfort that, while somewhat embarrassing, truly swept away all fatigue—I felt a wave of relief.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes tightly, swallowing back the anger that was about to erupt from her lips.

"Don't... move any further!"

"no problem."

Xuan Hao chuckled, and his hand movements became proper again.

In fact, most of the time, when Xuanhao gives massages to the girls in his family to help them relax, he is always very honest and proper.

After all, this skill is meant to help people relieve the fatigue of cultivation, not to be used for tinkering or taking advantage of others.

He only does something funny when he wants to be silly or tease people.

Time passed by, second by second.

The only sound in the room was the soft rustling of the essential oil massage.

Xuan Hao's hands roamed back and forth on Bibi Dong's smooth back, his movements gentle and rhythmic.

At one point, his gaze followed the perfect spine downwards, landing on the slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, and the astonishing curve that began to rise below the waist.

Looking at that absolutely forbidden area that was so close and within reach, Xuan Hao's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He did have a fleeting impulse to break through directly and completely force the issue.

But then I thought, Bibi Dong isn't like Ning Rongrong or Qian Renxue, the kind of girls he can coax with his shameless methods.

Thinking of Bibi Dong's uncompromising and violent temper, Xuan Hao rationally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to court death.

His hands came to a steady stop on Bibi Dong's waist.

Then, he grabbed a clean, warm towel from the side and gently covered Bibi Dong's large, exposed, snow-white back, covering all the spring scenery again.

After doing all this, Xuan Hao clapped his hands, then lazily lay down on his side next to Bibi Dong, propping his head up with one hand and tilting his head to look at her.

Only then did he realize that Bibi Dong, who was lying face down on the pillow, had fallen asleep completely at some point.

Her delicate face, which usually carried a cold and gloomy aura, was now buried in the soft pillow, her breathing steady and long, her brows relaxed, making her appear exceptionally quiet and gentle.

Looking at her unguarded sleeping face, the violence and malice in Xuan Hao's eyes finally dissipated completely, leaving only a gentle tenderness.

He stopped trying to wake her up.

Xuan Hao lay down flat, pulled a corner of the blanket over himself, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Speaking of which, after more than a year of frantic seclusion under the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, and then running for thousands of miles overnight after emerging from seclusion, he himself... hadn't had a good night's sleep like this in a long time.

Listening to the woman's steady breathing beside him, Xuan Hao leaned against the pillow and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled golden rays onto the bed, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere throughout the palace.

Chapter 371 How much patience does it take to warm it up?

……

Night fell quietly, casting a dim shadow over the palace.

When Bibi Dong opened her eyes again, she turned her head and saw Xuan Hao lying next to her.

She subconsciously reached back and touched her back. The warm towel had cooled down, but it still covered her back completely.

Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this little rascal spouts nonsense and doesn't know his own strength, at least he had some sense of propriety at the crucial moment and didn't do anything beastly while she was asleep.

Looking at Xuan Hao, who was so close to her, Bibi Dong's eyes were momentarily dazed.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

She still clearly remembers that when she first met this boy in that small town outside the Star Dou Great Forest, he was only that little.

Skinny, but with eyes as fierce as a wolf's; he was just a little kid who hadn't even grown his first hair yet.

But now, that little brat has grown into a behemoth over two meters tall, and even a peerless ferocious god who can rival the three sects.

Staring at Xuan Hao's handsome face, which appeared exceptionally peaceful in his sleep, Bibi Dong's icy heart trembled slightly. She couldn't help but raise her hand and, somewhat unconsciously, reach out her fingertips to gently touch his cheek.

The moment his fingertips touched that warm skin, Xuan Hao, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened one eye without warning.

Those azure eyes were clear and bright, showing no trace of the drowsiness of just waking up.

"Did you sleep well?"

Bibi Dong was startled by the sudden opening of her eyes and quickly withdrew her hand.

Embarrassed and annoyed, she slapped Xuan Hao on the forehead.

"Snapped!"

"You're going to scare me to death?!" Bibi Dong tugged at the blanket, somewhat exasperated.

Xuan Hao, rubbing his forehead after being slapped, sat up in a daze: "No, teacher, how did I scare you? I just woke up too. It can't be that I committed a heinous crime just for opening my eyes, can it?"

"You're just scaring me!" Bibi Dong retorted, stubbornly refusing to listen to reason.

Seeing that His Holiness the Pope was about to renege on his promise, Xuan Hao decisively admitted defeat, spreading his hands: "Alright, alright, I was wrong. I'm too handsome, and opening my eyes made too much noise, which startled you, Your Holiness. Let me apologize to you?"

He leaned closer and asked with concern, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"

When asked this question, Bibi Dong's face showed a hint of unease, and she turned her head slightly away: "It's alright, it's not as sore as before."

"That's good."

Xuan Hao stroked his chin. "Actually, my technique is supposed to be a full-body massage. But I was afraid you'd get angry at me and kill me on the bed with a spider leg, so I only massaged your upper body."

Xuan Hao chuckled, his eyes darting mischievously over her legs: "How about, while it's still early, I give you a massage down there? To finish the process?"

Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically. She gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a dangerous light: "Xuan Hao, are you itching for a beating? Just say you want to get beaten up, and I'll grant your wish right now!"

"No, no, no, I'm just asking out of a doctor's ethics, that's all."

Xuan Hao quickly raised his hands and admitted defeat again, "You're in charge here in this palace. I'll follow your orders. I definitely won't do anything reckless."

"If you find certain areas like your thighs too sensitive or inconvenient, how about I give you a foot massage? There are many acupoints on the soles of your feet that connect to the whole body, so the relaxation effect is more direct."

Foot massage?

Bibi Dong looked down at her feet.

She wore a thin gauze lining, her bare feet were white and delicate. Being held and pressed like this by a man seemed far too intimate.

She awkwardly tugged at her clothes and sat up in bed: "Let me take a shower first."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Hao's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer with an innocent expression: "Taking a bath is great! The bath in this palace is quite big, isn't it? I've been traveling all night and I'm covered in sweat. How about... I take a bath with you, teacher?"

Bibi Dong stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and stared at him coldly with a blank expression.

Xuan Hao's smile froze instantly. "I'll go to the side hall outside and wash myself. I won't disturb His Holiness the Pope's enjoyment."

After saying that, he jumped off the bed in a flash and ran faster than a rabbit.

……

Half an hour later.

The bathroom door in the side hall opened, and Bibi Dong stepped out onto the soft carpet.

She had washed away her fatigue, and her long, wet hair was casually tied back with a towel.

She was wearing a large, dark red bathrobe.

To prevent Xuan Hao, that little rascal, from taking the opportunity to get inappropriate thoughts or make unwanted advances later, Bibi Dong made sure to wear a full set of close-fitting underwear in the bathroom, and even tied the belt of her bathrobe tightly in a knot to ensure that not a single bit of excess oil or water would leak out.

Xuan Hao had already finished showering in the hall. He changed into clean, refreshing clothes and was now shamelessly lounging on the luxurious sofa in the main hall of the palace.

Seeing Bibi Dong come out, Xuan Hao rubbed his slightly sore eyes, turned over and sat up straight: "Teacher, are you done washing? Shall we start massaging your feet now?"

Bibi Dong walked to the other end of the sofa and sat down, placing her long, fair legs on the edge of the sofa.

Although she still felt a little strange, she couldn't help but give a slightly awkward "hmm" in response, thinking about how good the bastard's back massage skills were.

Xuan Hao smiled, but didn't try anything more.

He moved a low stool to sit in front of the sofa, reached out and grasped Bibi Dong's delicate little foot, placing it steadily on his lap.

It feels smooth and cool to the touch.

Xuan Hao suppressed his languor, his fingertips flicked with soul power, and a gentle warmth instantly flowed from his palm into Bibi Dong's acupoints on the soles of her feet.

Then, he began to press the pressure carefully, following a rhythm of varying pressure and speed.

Seeing Xuan Hao's serious expression, with his head down and no hint of lewdness, Bibi Dong's tense nerves softened uncontrollably once again.

For a moment, only Xuan Hao's heavy breathing and the slight rubbing sound of pressing his joints could be heard in the hall.

The atmosphere was too quiet, which added an inexplicable sense of strangeness and ambiguity.

To break the awkward silence, Bibi Dong turned her head slightly away, looking at the night outside the window, and asked casually:

Do you... often massage others like this?

"A foot massage?"

Xuan Hao's hands didn't stop; his thumb skillfully massaged her Yongquan acupoint.

"As for the feet, they're probably the ones we get hit the most. After all, back in Heaven Dou City, everyone was always exhausted from training and teamwork."

“Full body massage is too troublesome. I have to be on guard against thieves every time I massage their backs. So most of the time, I only massage Na’er and the others’ feet and relieve their fatigue before going to bed at night.”

"But later, as more and more people came, I simply couldn't handle it all by myself. So I just taught them this set of massage techniques for identifying acupoints, so they could help each other relax in private."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow: "They massaged each other? How effective was it?"

"Don't even mention it."

Xuan Hao sighed, looking speechless. "Eight out of ten times, this kind of scene completely gets out of control. Girls are naturally ticklish. As you tickle them, it often turns into a tickling battle, ending up rolling around on the bed. Later, the playful fighting escalates, even turning into a chaotic biting fight. Every time they make a mess of the room, I have to clean up the mess."