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"Little rascal..."
Bibi Dong inwardly sighed almost imperceptibly, her back still turned to Dai Chengfeng. Her long, slender fingers slowly lifted, trembling slightly as they undid the first button of her dress.
The movement was slow, as if every tiny action required immense courage from her.
The collar gradually loosened, revealing an elegantly curved neck and a small expanse of dazzlingly white skin on her back.
Her fingertips continued downward, one by one...
The purple fabric slid gently to the sides, first exposing her rounded shoulders, then her smooth back. Her delicate skin glowed with a soft, pearly luster under the hazy steam and candlelight.
The garment finally slipped down to her elbows, then slid along her slender arms, gathering at her slim waist before silently falling to the floor, which was covered in soft carpet.
The purple silk lay like wilting petals around her feet.
Now dressed only in her undergarments, her figure was voluptuous and delicate, her waist impossibly narrow, and her back breathtakingly beautiful.
After a brief pause, she brought her arms behind her back and undid the final restraint.
The thin fabric slipped away quietly, and an overwhelming sense of shame caused her pale skin to flush a faint pink.
Without daring to turn around, she instinctively hugged herself lightly with her arms, then, as if making up her mind, dipped her foot into the water to test its temperature before quickly stepping into the warm pool.
The gentle waves enveloped her body, rising to just below her collarbone, leaving only a tantalizing expanse of white shoulder and delicate clavicle visible.
And that face—her exquisite, nearly crimson face.
The water softly embraced her body, providing some comfort and security.
She closed her eyes slightly, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, trying to ignore the subtle sound of someone entering the water and the gradually approaching, dominant male presence.
"You... stay farther away."
Bibi Dong's voice carried a softness, softened further by the humid air.
She didn't dare to fully turn around, only tilting her head slightly to glance at the figure beyond the ripples with the corner of her eye, as if doing so would preserve the last shred of her dignity as the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
"Teacher..."
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly.
But instead of retreating, he leaned forward and naturally sat down beside Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong felt the ripples and the sudden proximity of his heated body; her delicate spine tensed instantly, like the most alert kitten.
"Stay... stay farther away... you... did you hear me?"
Dai Chengfeng didn't respond but reached out and gently grasped a strand of purple hair floating on the surface, wrapping it around his finger.
Bibi Dong's hair, like the finest silk, took on a mysterious and smooth texture when soaked in the hot spring water.
After a long while, Dai Chengfeng seemed to sigh or mutter to himself: "Xu Song... he really didn't lie to me."
"Hmm?"
Bibi Dong instinctively voiced a questioning syllable.
Xu Song?
This name was unfamiliar; she had never heard Dai Chengfeng mention it, nor was it associated with anyone notable in the Spirit Hall or across the continent.
This cryptic statement added a tinge of confusion to her already flustered emotions.
Dai Chengfeng shifted his gaze from the strand of hair to her side profile, which appeared even more tender and smooth due to the rising steam. A clear look of admiration and intoxication passed through his eyes as he murmured:
"...Purple truly has charm."
"You..."
Bibi Dong's cheeks and earlobes turned completely red.
Although she still didn't know who "Xu Song" was, it didn't matter.
This rebellious disciple!
He... was using such an indirect way... to compliment her?
An indescribable mixture of subtle pride and shyness rippled through her heart, like a stone cast into a tranquil lake, creating barely perceptible waves.
As the Pope, Bibi Dong was supremely noble and exceptionally beautiful, accustomed to endless praise and flattery.
But whenever Dai Chengfeng complimented her, it always felt different.
Yet, how could the Pope's pride and long-standing defenses be so easily dismantled? She forcefully suppressed the fleeting sense of satisfaction.
She sharply turned her head away, refusing to look at him, deliberately chilling her tone to dispel this unsettling atmosphere.
"Nonsense! I don't understand... You, you stay away from me!"
However, the trembling end of her sentence and her scarlet earlobes betrayed her inner turmoil completely.
Dai Chengfeng seemed oblivious to her half-hearted attempt to drive him away.
His eyes fell on the rounded shoulder and small section of her beautiful back revealed by her sideways posture, the skin glowing enticingly under the water and candlelight.
His gaze deepened, and suddenly he reached out, dipping his hand into the water. His warm palm gently grasped her slender calf.
"?!"
Bibi Dong trembled all over, as if struck by a weak electric current, her toes curling unconsciously. She instinctively tried to pull her leg back.
"You insolent disciple... what are you planning to do now?!"
"Teacher has worked hard today," Dai Chengfeng's voice was unexpectedly calm. "I see you're tired. I have some knowledge of massage and might help alleviate your fatigue."
As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng's fingers began to move.
The pressure was neither too light nor too heavy, skillfully pressing the acupuncture points around Bibi Dong's calf.
The sensation… was unexpectedly comfortable.
Bibi Dong was slightly surprised. It felt as though the tension and stress accumulated throughout the day were being gently kneaded away by Dai Chengfeng's expert touch.
"You... stop this nonsense... I don't need..."
Despite her surprise, Bibi Dong instinctively resisted, though her protests were noticeably weaker, and her body honestly relaxed a little.
In truth, Bibi Dong knew this was just an excuse, another step in his audacity. But...
She didn't really dislike it.
She might even... enjoy this feeling of being carefully nurtured?!
As these thoughts crossed her mind, Bibi Dong closed her eyes slightly.
Leaning back against the pool wall, she half-heartedly, half-indulgently allowed Dai Chengfeng to continue massaging her.
However, just as Bibi Dong thought Dai Chengfeng's hands would gradually move up her leg, taking advantage of her...
Dai Chengfeng's hands remained respectfully on her ankle and calf, patiently kneading, seemingly intent only on relieving her fatigue.
But just as Bibi Dong began to think she had misjudged him, that he genuinely wanted to give her a massage, and her guard lowered slightly...
Dai Chengfeng's fingers suddenly changed their motion.
His fingers, previously pressing acupressure points, swiftly switched to a rapid yet gentle scratching, precisely targeting the sole of her foot!
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