This kiss was different from the one in the alley, which had been tentative and gentle…
It was more direct, more passionate.
Bibi Dong seemed to be pouring all her emotions into this kiss, transmitting them to Dai Chengfeng without reservation.
Dai Chengfeng was clearly caught off guard, his body instantly stiffening, his pupils contracting slightly.
He had hoped for Bibi Dong's happiness but never expected that the usually reserved and noble Bibi Dong, who was particularly mindful of her demeanor in public, would make such a shocking move.
However, it was only a momentary shock…
Dai Chengfeng quickly recovered, without hesitation extending his arms to tightly embrace her slender yet powerful waist.
Lowering his head, he took the initiative, responding passionately and even somewhat fiercely, deepening the kiss.
Everything around them seemed to disappear.
The deafening sound of fireworks, the clamor of the crowd, the babbling of the river… all turned into a blurred background noise.
In Bibi Dong's sensory world, only the scorching heat on her lips and the firm, strong arms around her waist remained.
She could feel countless pairs of eyes—some surprised, some envious, some teasing—on them, making her blood rush to her cheeks, burning hotly.
The sense of shame pricked at her nerves like fine needles.
She was Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong!
The supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, an existence revered by countless soul masters!
She should have been dignified and serious, not allowing any disrespect or frivolity.
But now, amidst the bustling crowd, in front of her own subjects, she was kissing her disciple so passionately.
This was truly outrageous!
But Bibi Dong had to admit, she found it a little thrilling…
...
After what felt like an eternity, until the air in their lungs was nearly depleted and another wave of fireworks began to thin out, Dai Chengfeng reluctantly released her.
Bibi Dong panted slightly, her cheeks flushed, her gaze flowing like water. She almost dared not look around, burying her burning face back into Dai Chengfeng's chest, trying to avoid those probing gazes.
She could clearly hear Dai Chengfeng's equally rapid heartbeat…
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, skillfully using his wide sleeves to block most of the view. His chin rubbed against the top of her head, his voice hoarse and satisfied:
"My Supreme Pontiff… you're truly bold."
Bibi Dong didn't respond, just gently nuzzled against him like a cat seeking shelter.
Shame and that secret thrill were still intertwined, but more than anything, there was an unprecedented sense of ease and release.
Perhaps occasionally setting down the heavy burdens and experiencing this mundane joy and impulse wasn't as bad as she had imagined.
Beautiful moments are always fleeting; the fireworks dissipated…
After the commotion died down, the crowd began to disperse in small groups.
Dai Chengfeng noticed that Bibi Dong in his arms still showed no sign of lifting her head. The delicate hand clutching his chest revealed…
That she was far less "composed" than she appeared.
The laughter in Dai Chengfeng's eyes deepened, but he refrained from teasing further, instead providing even more protection. His wide sleeves almost completely enveloped her in his shadow.
"Let's go back."
He lowered his head, softly speaking into her hair, his tone exceptionally gentle.
Bibi Dong nodded almost imperceptibly.
The road back to the Spirit Hall seemed extraordinarily long, yet also as if it passed in an instant.
The two walked side by side, silent all the way.
A subtle atmosphere flowed through the silence, more intimate and ambiguous than before.
Finally, they returned to the bedchamber…
After washing her face, the makeup Dai Chengfeng had applied gradually faded. Bibi Dong approached the vanity mirror and looked at herself.
The face of Pope Bibi Dong, both majestic and stunning, gradually became clearer.
Her violet eyes regained their usual depth and sharpness, her brows once again exuding the dignity and aloofness of someone in power.
But upon closer inspection, deep within those eyes that always contained endless schemes and coldness…
There seemed to be a hint of newfound softness and warmth. Her gaze, with fewer sharp edges, carried a languid allure.
Dai Chengfeng came up behind her, lightly encircling her tiny waist with his hands, resting his chin on her delicate shoulder, gazing at the enchanting face in the mirror.
"Today… were you happy?"
Through the mirror, Bibi Dong looked at the incredibly handsome youth behind her.
No, he should be called a man…
It was this man who went to great lengths for her, arranging a seemingly childish yet profoundly touching "hero rescues beauty" scene, lighting up a sky full of stars just for her.
For a moment, her heart swelled with complex emotions.
She turned around, facing Dai Chengfeng directly. Her face, stripped of all pretense, was softer and more sincere than ever.
She nodded, answering clearly, each word resounding firmly: "Very happy."
Pausing briefly, she felt it wasn't enough and added, looking straight into Dai Chengfeng's eyes, "Happier than ever before."
Dai Chengfeng smiled, genuinely pleased.
"I'm glad you're happy, Teacher…"
However, the next moment, Bibi Dong's actions froze his smile instantly, turning it into astonishment.
Bibi Dong gently pushed him, the force not large but carrying an unquestionable, almost queen-like authority.
Caught off guard, Dai Chengfeng lost his balance and fell backward onto the edge of the soft, luxurious velvet bed.
Before he could ask what was happening, an even more shocking scene occurred, nearly stopping his breath.
The noble, reserved, untouchable Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong, the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, slowly bent her esteemed knees and knelt on the soft carpet in front of him.
She lifted her head, her face fully restored to its regal bearing, yet breathtakingly beautiful due to her current humble posture.
Her violet eyes shimmered with water, filled with an overwhelming complexity of emotions…
Profound gratitude for his arrangements today, undeniable intense affection, and extreme shyness akin to breaking a taboo…
Dai Chengfeng's heart contracted sharply, then began to beat wildly. His breathing suddenly quickened, his blood seeming to rush to his head in an instant.
He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice dry and hoarse from sudden thirst, filled with disbelief and a hidden, fervent anticipation he himself hadn't realized:
"Teacher… you… is this… a reward for me?"
Bibi Dong didn't answer, only gazing deeply at Dai Chengfeng with those captivating violet eyes, now brimming with water and passion.
Then, under Dai Chengfeng's heated gaze, she slowly leaned forward…
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