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"Mmm..."
Bibi Dong's body stiffened abruptly, her beautiful eyes widening once more, her mind going completely blank.
But soon, the familiar touch and scent brought her back to reality…
This little rascal! Taking advantage of the situation again!
And what's this? "This is what you taught me?" Clearly, it's something he already knew how to do…
A wave of embarrassment and irritation surged in her heart. She symbolically raised her hand, lightly pushing against his solid, broad chest.
But the searing heat and steady heartbeat she felt through her palm made her feeble resistance seem utterly futile and… half-hearted at best.
Her initial feigned annoyance and token resistance quickly melted away under Dai Chengfeng's skilled and lingering assault.
Bibi Dong felt her entire body go limp, as if all her strength had been drained by this kiss.
Her body was far more honest than her stubborn mouth. Her arms, wrapped around his neck, tightened involuntarily, and the hand that had been pushing him away somehow ended up clutching his shirtfront tightly, her knuckles turning white.
She began responding awkwardly, hesitantly at first, but gradually with growing passion, soft whimpers escaping from her nose.
The morning tranquility in the bedchamber, shattered earlier by the shocking news, was now enveloped in an even thicker, more intoxicating atmosphere.
Sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains…
The faint sound of water and suppressed breaths were particularly clear and tantalizing in the still air.
Dai Chengfeng's hands began to wander.
The hand that had been resting on her waist started gently caressing her smooth, delicate back, the texture like fine silk, making him linger.
His other hand stealthily slipped beneath the quilt, which barely concealed her modesty, and accurately landed on…
"Mmm..."
The sudden attack made Bibi Dong's entire body tremble violently, a suppressed sound escaping from her throat.
She wanted to stop him, but the intense sensation coursed through her body like electricity, leaving her weak and limp. She could only press herself closer to Dai Chengfeng.
The quilt slid off completely, pooling at her waist, fully exposing her flawless upper body.
...
After a long while, until both were nearly breathless, Dai Chengfeng reluctantly released her lips, now redder and more swollen from the passionate kiss.
Bibi Dong's breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling dramatically. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, the color spreading down to her neck.
Her violet eyes shimmered with moisture, clouded with a haze of desire. Her usual dignity was entirely gone, replaced by a post-love charm and a hint of bashfulness.
She leaned weakly against Dai Chengfeng, her toes curling.
Raising her slightly limp hand, she lightly pounded his chest in irritation, her voice soft and sweet, lacking any real threat:
"Rebellious disciple... you... you just know how to bully your teacher..."
Dai Chengfeng licked his lips smugly, savoring the memory of the kiss. A satisfied yet mischievous smile spread across his face, resembling a cat that had just successfully stolen a treat.
Far from restraining himself, he pulled the soft, fragrant body in his arms even tighter, nibbling on her reddened earlobe and whispering:
"How can you call this bullying? It's clearly because Teacher taught me so well… I'm just earnestly practicing the fruits of Teacher's 'personal instruction.'"
He deliberately emphasized the phrase "personal instruction," implying something more.
"You! Twisting words!"
Bibi Dong was speechless, utterly embarrassed by his shameless statement, yet unable to do anything about it.
This rebellious disciple always managed to shatter her pride in her composure and dignity.
Dai Chengfeng felt the softness and slight trembling of the woman in his arms, knowing she wasn't truly angry—just too shy to admit it and needing an excuse to save face.
He stopped "bullying" her and instead gently nuzzled her fragrant hair with his chin, his large hand occasionally stroking her back with extreme gentleness, like soothing a fluffed-up cat.
The bedchamber fell silent again, with only their gradually steadying breaths and intertwined heartbeats remaining.
Though Bibi Dong still had countless questions about Dai Chengfeng's astonishing level increase—such as the species of the spirit beast that offered itself, the details of his battle with the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, and what his sixth soul skill was—at this moment, nestled in this warm and reassuring embrace, feeling this forbidden yet genuine affection, those questions no longer seemed urgent.
At least for now, she was no longer the Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong who bore the weight of the entire Spirit Hall, constantly calculating, and hardened like steel.
And all of this was thanks to this seemingly respectful yet audacious "rebellious disciple" who continually created miracles.
"Next time… don't take such risks."
After a long pause, Bibi Dong buried her face in his chest and muttered softly.
Dai Chengfeng tightened his arms around her. "Alright, I'll listen to Teacher. From now on… I'll try not to worry you."
The sunlight slowly shifted, creeping from the bedside to the center of the carpet.
Dai Chengfeng stopped talking and simply held the gradually relaxing body in his arms, his large hand patiently stroking her smooth back over and over.
Bibi Dong's tense nerves slowly relaxed under this reassuring rhythm, surrendering her entire weight to the strong, sturdy chest behind her. Unconsciously, she nuzzled her cheek against him, finding a more comfortable position.
After a long while, this warm silence was broken as Dai Chengfeng whispered into Bibi Dong's ear, his breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe:
"Teacher…"
"Hmm?"
Bibi Dong lazily responded, her tone slightly rising at the end.
"Today… let's skip those tedious official duties, okay? Take a day off and accompany me shopping." There was a coaxing note in Dai Chengfeng's voice.
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's half-closed beautiful eyes snapped open, the haze of desire in them quickly replaced by rationality.
She gently straightened herself from his embrace. Though her body still felt weak, the demeanor and sense of responsibility of the Supreme Pontiff had returned.
She turned to face him, her elegant brows slightly furrowed, giving him a glare filled with a mix of helplessness and subtle reproach:
"Nonsense."
"I am the Supreme Pontiff. How can I neglect my duties for comfort?"
"There are several important documents that need reviewing today, and I must personally preside over a meeting with the bishops."
Her refusal was expected, but Dai Chengfeng wasn't discouraged. Instead, he moved closer, almost touching noses, adopting a somewhat petulant tone, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her:
"Just one day!"
"Just rest for one day. The sky won't fall."
"Let those below handle those matters, or delay them by a day. What's the harm?"
"It's easier said than done."
"The Supreme Pontiff absenting herself without reason—what kind of example would that set? If word gets out…"
"Oh, my dear teacher,"
Dai Chengfeng interrupted her, a sly and somewhat roguish smile spreading across his face.
"Who says the Supreme Pontiff can't have a day off?"
"We just won't tell anyone, alright?"
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