"I ate some tangerines at the auction house and thought they tasted good, so I had a few more."
Dai Chengfeng showed no signs of panic. He had been worried about being caught by Bibi Dong, which was why he had deliberately bought some tangerines.
It turned out that his foresight had paid off.
If Bibi Dong had smelled the lingering fragrance of Qian Renxue on him—and if she recognized it as her daughter's scent—
What would the consequences be?
Dai Chengfeng didn't even dare to think about it.
"The auction house?"
Bibi Dong slightly furrowed her brows.
"Yes, the auction house."
Dai Chengfeng quickly composed himself, putting on an expression of sincerity as he explained, "Teacher, you've really misunderstood me."
"These past two nights, I've returned late for legitimate reasons."
"You know, during my battle with Sword Elder Chen Xin last time, I opportunistically gained insight into a half-finished 'Exploding Ring' soul skill."
"Since it's only half-finished, it naturally has many flaws and dangers. I couldn't afford to slack off—I've been focused on perfecting and refining it as soon as possible."
Seeing that Bibi Dong hadn't interrupted him but was instead silently observing him with her violet eyes, seemingly assessing the truthfulness of his words, Dai Chengfeng couldn't help but let out a deep breath before continuing:
"Among everyone present at the time, the person who felt it most acutely was none other than Sword Elder Chen Xin himself."
"After all, he was the one who directly faced my attack."
"So, taking advantage of my stay in Tian Dou City, I dared to visit him multiple times to seek advice. I wanted to learn from him about how our battle felt—what specific shortcomings there were in my control of details and flow of soul power—to improve myself."
This explanation sounded reasonable and logically sound.
The look in Dai Chengfeng's eyes also conveyed his pure pursuit of strength and his dedication to cultivation.
As for women?
No way! Don't slander me!
And upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's explanation, Bibi Dong's expression didn't change much, but the suspicion in her eyes seemed to have been somewhat diluted by his words.
She moved to stand in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the dazzling night view of Tian Dou City with her back to Dai Chengfeng. Her voice betrayed no emotion:
"Is that so?"
"It's absolutely true!"
Dai Chengfeng immediately guaranteed resolutely, his tone earnest. "How could I dare deceive you, Teacher?!"
As he spoke, he seized the opportunity to approach her again. From behind, he reached out his arms and gently wrapped them around Bibi Dong's slender waist, resting his chin on the smooth curve of her shoulder. His movements were intimate and carried a sense of habitual dependence.
Feeling the soft warmth in his embrace, he murmured softly:
"Teacher… do you still not trust me?"
However, this time, Bibi Dong did not tacitly approve or enjoy this intimacy as she usually did.
Her body tensed slightly, breaking free from Dai Chengfeng's embrace. She turned around, her cold and stunning face carrying a mocking expression.
"Hmph!"
Bibi Dong let out a disdainful snort, her crimson lips curling into a dangerous smirk. "Dai Chengfeng, you want me to believe you?"
"Heh… The person I trust the least is you!"
"You, this rebellious disciple who constantly disrespects your teacher and commits unforgivable acts, still expect me to use my hands to… mmm~"
However, Bibi Dong wasn't able to finish her sentence.
At that moment, Dai Chengfeng looked at her perfectly animated face, now tinged with faint anger, and felt a surge of heat in his heart. Unable to restrain himself any longer—
Before Bibi Dong could finish her accusation, he abruptly lowered his head and captured her soft yet stubborn lips with unerring precision!
Caught off guard, Bibi Dong only managed to let out a short gasp. All her questions and rebukes were silenced.
She immediately raised her hand to push him away, attempting to shove this audacious disciple off her.
But Dai Chengfeng seemed to have anticipated her resistance.
With one hand firmly gripping her slender waist, rendering her immobile, and the other hand precisely seizing her wrist where her soul power had gathered, he tightly restrained her upper body against him. Her struggle was like the futile flapping of a butterfly caught in a spider's web—utterly powerless.
Initially, Bibi Dong resisted angrily, trying to turn her head to evade this brazen plunder.
But Dai Chengfeng's kiss was skillful, making her heart tremble.
Unconsciously, the force behind her pushing hands gradually weakened.
The noble Pope's body began to soften under Dai Chengfeng's tight embrace and possessive passionate kiss, and her resistance quietly dissipated.
Finally, with a trace of resignation akin to a barely audible sigh, she slowly closed her eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, the luxurious purple Pope's gown adorned with intricate dark gold patterns slid off onto the carpet.
On the wide and opulent bed, the soft silk bedding sank slightly…
Meow?
At this moment, Qiu'er's small body perched atop the plush sofa backrest, giving it an excellent vantage point to clearly overlook the entire master bedroom.
Qiu'er watched this scene, its small golden eyes filled with great curiosity, reflecting its confusion about human behavior.
In its understanding, the bed was a place for rest.
But what were these two humans—Dai Chengfeng and Bibi Dong—doing now?
That usually stern and imposing Bibi Dong, whom it instinctively feared, was now tightly embraced by Dai Chengfeng, her entire body nestled in the middle of the large bed.
It saw Dai Chengfeng biting Bibi Dong's neck—or rather, repeatedly kissing it?
Bibi Dong seemed to be dodging, her hands gripping his hair—but not to hit him. Instead… it almost seemed like she was pulling him closer?
Qiu'er scratched its fluffy little head with its paw, confused.
Fighting?
Not quite.
Fighting should involve more force. And Bibi Dong was so strong—if she really wanted to fight, wouldn't Dai Chengfeng have been thrown off in an instant?
Moreover, she was making sounds—but those sounds…
Qiu'er tilted its head, unable to understand.
So strange!
Human behavior always baffled it.
This neither looked like sleeping nor fighting—what exactly were they doing?
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After an unknown amount of time, everything in the bedroom finally settled down.
On the wide and luxurious bed, Dai Chengfeng leaned back against the soft brocade headboard, breathing slightly heavily, with sweat still lingering on his temples.
His strong arm rose, gently stroking the purple hair resting on his chest.
Bibi Dong closed her eyes, quietly lying on him. The thin blanket only covered her up to her waist, revealing her smooth shoulders and one arm, her snow-white skin still striking even in the dim light.
Her long lashes cast faint shadows beneath her eyes, her red lips slightly parted, her breathing soft and slow…
"Teacher, after all this, why won't you let me…"
Dai Chengfeng's fingers slowly combed through Bibi Dong's slightly damp hair, his voice tinged with dissatisfaction and frustration, breaking the room's sultry silence.
Before he finished speaking, Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes, which had lost their haze and instantly regained their icy clarity, still carrying traces of lingering shame and anger.
Without hesitation, she raised her arm, which was outside the blanket, and viciously bit down on Dai Chengfeng's smooth shoulder.
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