It wasn't until breakfast was over and Sword Douluo and Ning Rongrong had already risen that Dai Chengfeng reluctantly withdrew his hand from Bibi Dong's thigh.
On her liquid stockings, faint traces of sweat remained, barely noticeable.
"Are you full now?"
At this moment, Bibi Dong suddenly turned to look at Dai Chengfeng, revealing a smile as sweet as an angel. Her long lashes fluttered lightly in the morning light, and her voice was as sugary as honey.
Her pale fingers rested elegantly on her knee, the knuckles slightly whitened from tension…
No one could see the veins bulging on the back of her hand beneath this poised posture.
"Oh no… This is bad!!"
Dai Chengfeng's neck instantly tightened, alarms blaring in his mind as sweat poured down his back.
"Did I go too far this time? Did I push it too much?"
If Bibi Dong had appeared angry or cold, Dai Chengfeng wouldn't have been afraid at all—after all, that was her usual demeanor.
It was rare to see Bibi Dong being friendly toward someone.
But now…
This "strange" Bibi Dong, smiling so sweetly, made Dai Chengfeng certain—he was in deep trouble!
At the very least, he'd face a scolding; at worst…
"Teacher, I won't ride with you in the carriage today. I just remembered I have something to discuss with Uncle Sword…"
For a moment, Dai Chengfeng wanted to escape.
But the next second, Bibi Dong grabbed his arm. "Oh really?"
"Do you really have something to do?"
Seeing the murderous glint in Bibi Dong's eyes, Dai Chengfeng immediately abandoned any thoughts of escape.
"Fine!"
"You can run from the first day of the lunar month, but not the fifteenth!"
In the end, Dai Chengfeng forced a strained smile, his lips twitching slightly. "Tea… Teacher, I must've misremembered. I'm… I'm full now."
"That's good. Let's get going then!"
With that, Bibi Dong directly grabbed Dai Chengfeng's arm, leaving him no room to refuse. Under the puzzled gazes of Sword Douluo and the others, she dragged Dai Chengfeng into the carriage and used her soul power to set the carriage in motion.
"Uncle Sword, what's going on with them?"
Ning Fengyuan crossed his arms and turned to Sword Douluo, who was also watching the retreating figures of Dai Chengfeng and Bibi Dong with confusion.
Only Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, giggling softly.
"What's so funny?"
"Rongrong, do you know what happened?"
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong shook her head. "Uncle, I don't know either."
"I just didn't expect that even someone like Dai Chengfeng, who dares to face Grandpa Sword's ultimate techniques head-on and fears nothing, would have moments of fear!"
Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo and Ning Fengyuan nodded in agreement. "Come to think of it, that's true."
But soon, the three stopped dwelling on it and boarded their own carriage, following Dai Chengfeng and Bibi Dong.
Meanwhile, inside Bibi Dong's carriage—
"Teacher, I was wrong! You're such a magnanimous person, please forgive me just this once!!!"
Dai Chengfeng clasped his hands together, looking pitifully at Bibi Dong as he begged for mercy.
Beside him, Qiu'er lay on a cushion, staring at Dai Chengfeng in confusion. She didn't understand why Dai Chengfeng had started apologizing to Bibi Dong the moment they got into the carriage.
On the other side, Bibi Dong still wore a sweet smile.
She leaned forward, her red lips almost brushing against Dai Chengfeng's earlobe. "You… how could you be wrong?"
Her warm breath brushed against his neck as her fingertips traced slowly down his throat, circling around his collarbone. "You're the illustrious genius, Dai Chengfeng…"
"You can do anything—creating your own soul skills, cooking, makeup, especially skilled at…"
"Defying your master and betraying your ancestors!"
The last four words were spoken with heavy emphasis. Afterward, Bibi Dong suddenly pushed Dai Chengfeng down onto the velvet seat.
She straddled him, her purple dress fanning out like butterfly wings.
Her slender fingers gripped Dai Chengfeng's chin, forcing him to look up. "Come on, defy your master and betray your ancestors again!"
"Uh… Uh uh uh uh…"
Dai Chengfeng feigned ignorance, pretending he understood nothing…
Who could save him?!
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After what felt like an eternity, Bibi Dong exited the carriage and took her place at the driver's seat.
She gazed at the azure sky above, the flowers and trees around her, and breathed in the scent of the earth. For a moment, her heart felt at peace.
The gloominess she had felt from last night to today had completely vanished.
"Your Holiness Pope, why does it seem like you're in an exceptionally good mood today?"
At this moment, Ning Rongrong, who had been gazing at the scenery outside through the carriage curtain, suddenly spoke up. But soon, she realized this line sounded familiar.
Hadn't she said something similar to someone else earlier?
Bibi Dong smiled at Ning Rongrong. "Maybe because… I disciplined someone?"
"Oh…"
Ning Rongrong was somewhat confused but didn't inquire further.
However, something strange happened in the following days!
Dai Chengfeng disappeared entirely, never showing his face, always staying inside the carriage.
On the other hand, Bibi Dong became increasingly irritable every morning, exuding an aura that warned others to stay away. She even gritted her teeth in anger, muttering incomprehensible phrases under her breath: "Always remembering the punishment but forgetting the lesson," "He clearly said he wouldn't dare anymore, so why does he dare again?" These cryptic words left everyone baffled.
But after returning to the carriage during the day, she would suddenly appear refreshed and revitalized.
In short, one word summed it up: Strange!
Finally, a few days later, the group of five arrived at Tian Dou City.
And Dai Chengfeng finally reappeared, though for some reason, he walked with a slight tremor, his face deathly pale.
He gazed at the towering gates of Tian Dou City before him.
"Finally… we're back."
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Prince's Residence, Tian Dou City.
The late spring sunlight slanted through the carved window lattice, filling the hall with the crisp fragrance of white roses.
Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of Tian Dou, sat alone by the window. His slender fingers methodically peeled apart the petals of a white rose on the table, repeating the action mechanically.
Occasionally, he paused, a faint smile flickering across his lips—a smile as gentle as ripples on water, but fleeting.
Then, his gaze would fall once more on the remaining petals in his palm.
Outside the door, Porcupinefish Douluo watched this scene, his brows furrowed.
"What's wrong with Young Master lately?"
Porcupinefish Douluo was perplexed. He noticed that ever since his young master returned from the Spirit Hall, he had changed.
The ambitious and calculating Crown Prince of the past was gone.
Now, he seemed like a lovesick maiden, often lost in thought.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed, and a guard rushed in, whispering something into Porcupinefish Douluo's ear.
Instantly, Porcupinefish Douluo's expression changed.
"What?"
"Why would she personally come to Tian Dou City?"
"Could it be… she's here to see Young Master? What could her purpose be?"
Thinking of the rumors about the discord between her and his young master, Porcupinefish Douluo's face filled with worry.
He looked at Qian Renxue, who was still absentmindedly plucking petals inside the room, and gently knocked on the door.
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