Bibi Dong's indignant and embarrassed scolding echoed through the bedchamber. At this moment, she had completely forgotten her dignity and composure as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, behaving instead like a thoroughly provoked cat.
With a gust of fragrant wind, she fiercely pounced on the mischievous disciple beside her who was grinning like a sly fox.
Seeing that his teacher had been truly "riled up," Dai Chengfeng showed no fear; instead, the amusement in his eyes deepened.
He reacted quickly, leaning back just as she lunged, skillfully catching her soft, delicate body.
The two rolled together onto the soft, spacious bed.
"Hmph!"
Bibi Dong straddled his waist, her hands pressing against his solid chest, trying to subdue him.
Her beautiful eyes shimmered with water, filled with embarrassment and frustration. "That's what you get for talking nonsense! You're the childish one, I'll bite you to death!"
True to her word, Bibi Dong lowered her head, opened her mouth, and made as if to bite down on Dai Chengfeng's shoulder.
Dai Chengfeng laughed heartily, showing no fear, and instead thrust his chest forward to meet her, his tone full of teasing and affection:
"Teacher, bite gently. My skin is tough, don't hurt your teeth, or I'll be heartbroken."
"You…"
Bibi Dong was exasperated and bit down but ultimately couldn't bring herself to use much force, leaving only a faint, ambiguous mark of her teeth on his shoulder.
It looked more like an intimate mark between lovers than a punishment.
"Rascal! Scoundrel!"
She raised her head, looking at the faint red mark on his shoulder and the slight wetness she had left behind.
Frustrated, she raised her fists and began lightly hitting his chest.
"All you do is bully me! Bastard! Rebellious disciple! Rebellious disciple..."
In the end, Bibi Dong didn't use her soul power, so her punches were akin to a massage for Dai Chengfeng, who had exceptional physical strength.
For a while, Dai Chengfeng let Bibi Dong's weak punches fall on him, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed heatedly at the person atop him.
At this moment, Bibi Dong's hair was completely disheveled, with a few damp strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and neck. Her usually cold and stern eyes were vivid with anger and embarrassment, shimmering with moisture. Her red, slightly swollen lips parted slightly with rapid breaths.
Her snow-white body rose and fell slightly with her agitated emotions, stunningly beautiful under the hazy moonlight and the glow of pearls in the chamber, exuding a fatal allure.
Dai Chengfeng's Adam's apple unconsciously bobbed, and his eyes darkened again. The playful amusement in his eyes gradually gave way to a burning intensity.
Suddenly, he reached out and effortlessly grabbed her two "assaulting" wrists.
Bibi Dong's movements faltered as she tried to break free but found his strength far exceeding her expectations.
Or perhaps, her entire body had gone limp, making it impossible for her to exert any force.
"Let go!"
Bibi Dong glared at him, both embarrassed and angry.
"Teacher," Dai Chengfeng's voice dropped, tinged with hoarseness, "You've hit me, you've bitten me, isn't your anger gone by now?"
"No!"
Bibi Dong wriggled her wrists but couldn't break free from his grip. Instead, her movements caused more friction between their bodies, making her acutely aware of the changes in his body and its scorching heat.
Her heartbeat suddenly went haywire, and the strength of her struggles unconsciously diminished.
Dai Chengfeng's deep gaze locked onto her. With a slight exertion of force, he deftly flipped them over, reversing their positions.
Now, he was on top, pinning her firmly between his body and the bed.
"What… what are you planning to do now?"
The sudden change in position made Bibi Dong gasp, instinctively pushing against his chest.
Dai Chengfeng didn't answer immediately. He simply gazed deeply at Bibi Dong.
His eyes moved from her blushing cheeks to her slightly trembling eyelashes, and finally to her tense, enticing, slightly pursed lips.
His gaze was like the gentlest wave of the sea, yet carried an irresistible force, caressing her skin inch by inch, causing a subtle shiver wherever it passed.
"Teacher..."
He called her softly, his voice deep and magnetic, "You look absolutely beautiful like this."
This almost flirtatious remark made Bibi Dong blush even more. She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, her voice quivering slightly:
"Stop... stop sweet-talking me! Let me go!"
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly and, instead of releasing her, leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive ear and neck: "What I said comes from the bottom of my heart."
"Whether you are dignified, aloof, or now... angry, shy, and playfully fighting like a little girl.
"In my eyes, you are the most beautiful sight in this world."
Dai Chengfeng's words of admiration slowly dismantled Bibi Dong's defenses, like the richest wine seeping into her heart.
The warm breath on her skin brought waves of tingling sensations, making her involuntarily shrink her neck slightly, her body becoming even softer.
"You… you just know how to sweet-talk me..."
Her resistance grew weaker and weaker. The hand pressing against his chest unconsciously relaxed its strength, almost turning into a light caress.
Noticing her softening, the smile and tenderness in Dai Chengfeng's eyes almost overflowed.
He released her wrists and instead used his fingers to gently stroke her flushed cheeks, which had reddened further from their earlier tussle. His movements were as gentle as if handling a rare treasure.
"It's not sweet-talking," he corrected earnestly, his gaze sincere and fervent, "These are words I've held in my heart for far too long."
"I just didn't dare to say them before, nor could I."
His fingertips seemed to possess magic, igniting small flames wherever they touched.
Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly, and the last vestiges of her will to struggle dissipated.
"I'm ignoring you..."
She closed her eyes, her long, curled lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, revealing the unrest within her heart.
Seeing this, Dai Chengfeng said no more. He lay down on his side, but his arm remained around her, pulling her bonelessly soft body into his embrace with a slight tug.
Bibi Dong seemed to hum softly, symbolically wriggling once before ceasing all movement.
She obediently nestled into his broad, warm chest.
Dai Chengfeng adjusted his position slightly, allowing her to rest more comfortably on his arm. His other hand naturally explored the astonishing softness and elasticity of her skin...
His palm was warm, and the sensation of rubbing against her tender skin made Bibi Dong involuntarily shiver slightly, her body seemingly pressing even closer to him.
The bedchamber fell into a brief silence, with only the synchronized sounds of their breathing and heartbeats remaining.
Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, gently draping the entwined couple in a hazy silver veil.
The air was filled with the lingering mist of the hot spring and the unique, faint fragrance of Bibi Dong, intertwining into an atmosphere both soothing and thrilling with subtle intimacy.
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