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Dai Chengfeng, observing Bibi Dong's demeanor, understood the intricate and unresolved issues between her and her daughter.
Such matters could only be digested by Bibi Dong herself.
Thinking this, Dai Chengfeng stopped his previous "busyness" and withdrew his hand from inside her clothes, instead gently holding Bibi Dong's slightly cool small hand.
That hand, wielding the power of the Spirit Hall, turning tides...
At this moment, it appeared delicate in his palm.
"Teacher," Dai Chengfeng gently stroked Bibi Dong's slender fingers, "when Qian Renxue returns, everything will be clear. Don't think too much."
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong came back to her senses, the confusion and complexity in her violet eyes gradually settling, regaining some clarity.
She felt the warmth on the back of her hand and lightly squeezed Dai Chengfeng's hand before letting go. She then rubbed her temples, a trace of fatigue coloring her exquisite brows.
"This little troublemaker is going to stir up chaos when she returns."
She murmured softly, not sure if she was talking about Qian Renxue or her own complicated emotions.
Meanwhile, Dai Chengfeng seemed to notice Bibi Dong's subtle movements and the weariness in her brows, prompting a thought in him.
He moved to her side, naturally placing his hands on her slender yet tense neck and shoulders.
"You are too tired, Teacher."
Dai Chengfeng's voice drew near her ear, "There's always more official work to handle, but your body needs rest."
"Let me help you relax? A massage perhaps?"
Bibi Dong slightly turned her head, casting a sidelong glance at Dai Chengfeng, her eyes wavering with a hint of doubt and faint curiosity:
"You? A massage?"
She found it hard to associate this often disrespectful disciple, who found ways to "bully" her, with such a delicate task as a soothing massage.
Dai Chengfeng's lips curved into a confident smile, his fingertips already applying moderate pressure on the acupoints of her neck and shoulders. Surprisingly, his technique was precise and seasoned.
"Teacher, don't underestimate me."
As he gradually increased the pressure, he chuckled softly, "What can't I do?"
"Mmm..."
A perfectly balanced sensation of soreness spread from the Jianjing acupoint, followed by a tingling relaxation that caught Bibi Dong off guard, making her softly moan.
The sound was languid and melodious; even she felt her ears heat up upon hearing it.
But she had to admit, the comfort after the soreness indeed relaxed her tense nerves momentarily.
"Where... did you learn these skills from?"
Unable to resist asking, her body honestly adjusted its posture along with his pressure, allowing herself to lean more comfortably.
Those hands seemed to possess magic, always accurately finding the most sore and tense knots, using just the right amount of force to knead them away.
"I learned a few techniques from a retired medical soul master during my travels."
"He said powerful soul masters often focus on cultivation and battle, neglecting the hidden injuries from long-term tension. Sometimes, proper relaxation works better than medicine."
Of course, all these were lies; he actually learned them in his past life.
While speaking, his hands never stopped moving.
Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Dai Chengfeng's words reminded her of her own state over the years, which was exactly like that.
Shouldering heavy responsibilities, meticulously planning every step, bodily fatigue and mental tension had become so commonplace that they were almost numbing.
At this moment, under these young and strong hands, those overlooked aches became vividly apparent and were patiently smoothed out.
"It's… somewhat impressive."
She admitted softly, her tone carrying a softness she herself didn't notice.
Dai Chengfeng smiled, his expression appearing especially gentle under the light, also hiding a hint of sly satisfaction.
"Only massaging while sitting has limited effect."
He leaned closer, his breath fanning over her sensitive earlobe, "Teacher, do you trust me?"
Bibi Dong opened her eyes, her violet orbs reflecting his smiling face, questioning.
"Lie down for better results."
Dai Chengfeng pointed to the wide, hard desk filled with documents and reports, "Right here will do."
Bibi Dong glanced at her desk where she handled official business, a flicker of absurdity and shyness crossing her face.
"Nonsense, this is where I review documents…"
Lying on it would be improper.
"The place is dead; people are alive."
Dai Chengfeng gave her no chance to object. One hand still firmly pressing on her shoulder, the other began gently but firmly moving the documents, pen holders, seals, and other items on the desk to one side, clearing enough space to lie down.
"At this moment, helping you relax is the greatest 'official duty.'"
Dai Chengfeng's actions were calm and carried an air of natural authority, yet his tone was gentle enough to make it hard to refuse.
Bibi Dong looked at his focused profile while clearing the desk. The shadow cast by the light on his straight nose made her heart skip a beat.
"You have many twisted rationales."
She reprimanded softly but didn't oppose any further.
Perhaps she was truly tired, or perhaps she craved that rare care and closeness without any ulterior motives.
Soon, Dai Chengfeng cleared the desk, turned around, and extended his hand with an inviting gesture, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Bibi Dong looked at his hand and then at him. Finally, with a barely audible sigh, she placed her hand in his palm.
Dai Chengfeng gently applied force, helping her up from the chair and guiding her to the desk.
"Teacher, please." He gestured for her to lie down.
Bibi Dong's face flushed red, glaring at him, but ultimately, under his support, she slowly lay down on the cool, smooth surface of the desk.
The hard wooden texture transmitted through the thin silk nightgown made her feel uncomfortable, especially thinking that beneath her lay the desk symbolizing power and dignity. This secretive sense of impropriety intertwined with extreme intimacy made her heart race like a drum.
She closed her eyes, avoiding looking at him, her long lashes trembling fiercely.
Dai Chengfeng admired the beautiful sight before him.
The absolutely stunning Pope lying on his "workbench," her purple silk robe becoming looser due to the lying position, the collar opening wider, revealing more snow-white skin and enticing curves.
The robe spread out, her long, straight legs faintly visible under the purple silk, her waist slender, with astonishing curves.
Soft light bathed her, seemingly draping her in a sacred yet tempting halo.
Her eyes tightly shut, cheeks flushed, stripped of her usual majesty, leaving only the feminine grace and a rare hint of fragile compliance.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, taking a deep breath to suppress the heat in his heart.
"Teacher, wait a moment. I have something small that will make you more comfortable."
As Dai Chengfeng spoke, he took out an exquisite small jade bottle from his portable soul-guiding device.
Hearing this, Bibi Dong curiously opened one eye to glance at the jade bottle in his hand.
"What is this?"
"Something I happened to see while shopping earlier."
Dai Chengfeng opened the stopper.
An elegant, rich rose fragrance with a sweet touch instantly permeated the air, diluting the heavy ink and paper scent in the study.
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