The next day.
As the morning sun rose, a ray of light shone through the window.
Yun Chuan, who had been tightly embraced by the Female Pope all night, woke up just in time. He slowly lifted his head, blinked his clear black and white eyes, and seeing that it was still early outside, he simply buried his face back in its original position and went back to sleep.
He felt that he didn't want to get up yet. Don't wake him, he only wished to remain immersed in this tenderness and sleep indefinitely…
"No wonder there was a saying in ancient times about emperors no longer attending morning court. This gentle embrace indeed has an intoxicating charm." Yun Chuan sighed in his heart, then moved his head again, finding a new comfortable position, his face full of contentment.
Suddenly.
At this moment, for some reason, he recalled his infancy when he was still breastfeeding. He remembered how incredibly happy he was then… but he lost that privilege when he was weaned.
This had once made him feel down for a long time. Later, as he gradually grew up, at the age of four, he even lost the opportunity to bathe with his mother and Sister Xue… He wondered if there would be a chance in the future to relive those old dreams.
As Yun Chuan's head moved unconsciously, the Female Pope gradually awoke, opening her beautiful eyes and instinctively wrapping her arms around the small body in her embrace. This action had become almost an instinct over the past six years, purely a subconscious movement.
Feeling the restless little one moving around in her arms, a faint smile appeared on Bibi Dong's perfect, pretty face, and she murmured softly, "Are you hungry?"
"…Mm."
He responded in a low voice.
"Then, do you want to…"
The Female Pope asked something softly.
After a while.
"…Mm."
He finally responded in a muffled voice.
Then.
As the sound of fabric rubbing together began…
After many years, Yun Chuan finally enjoyed the same treatment he had only received as an infant. This long-lost feeling of being enveloped by maternal love… it was truly blissful.
At this moment, Yun Chuan had no impure or evil thoughts in his heart; there was only a deep, filial affection. His consciousness gradually blurred… a wave of drowsiness washed over his brain, leaving him in a semi-conscious state.
Actually, while it was said that Bibi Dong's favorability towards him had been maxed out, he himself had also been completely conquered by this woman!
From a young age, he had been immersed in Bibi Dong's rich and fervent maternal love. Even a hardened steel bar could be melted into a pliable thread, and even the most heartless person would be moved, let alone a young man like him who was new to the world.
If one were to say who Yun Chuan cared about most in this life.
Then, without a doubt, the Female Pope would be at the top, in the most important position.
This was absolutely unquestionable.
His feelings for the Female Pope were very complex; part of it was the familial affection cultivated through their daily interactions. Subconsciously, he might genuinely have seen her as a mother, if only a little.
Of course, besides that, there was still a bit, ahem, of that vague good feeling in that regard.
This was very normal, and it wasn't a sign of him being psychologically abnormal to have such thoughts about the person who raised him; it was simply human nature.
After all, Yun Chuan was not truly an infant. He possessed memories from his previous life, and in his mind, he was an adult. Facing a young and beautiful woman every day, especially one who was exceptionally gentle and doted on him, who wouldn't fall for her over time?
Don't let him calling her 'Mom' now fool you; it was out of necessity. In fact, for Yun Chuan, who had an adult's mind, the young and beautiful Bibi Dong felt more like an older sister than a mother.
A gentle and maternal older sister.