Dai Chengfeng was pushed away by Bibi Dong, but he didn't feel the slightest irritation. Instead, he leisurely leaned back into the sunken red sofa, enjoying the rare and breathtaking "spectacle" before him.
At this moment, the sunlight outlined the delicate curves of Bibi Dong's figure. The blush and flustered expression caused by him carried an indescribable allure, far more captivating than any carefully orchestrated pose.
He knew…
Although his teacher appeared furious on the surface, the icy lake within her heart had already been completely stirred into endless ripples by him.
Pushed away by Bibi Dong, Dai Chengfeng didn't retreat but instead smiled, his gaze burning as he looked at her embarrassed yet slightly affectionate expression.
"You still have the nerve to smile?"
Bibi Dong glared at the amused Dai Chengfeng, taking a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and the rosy flush on her fair cheeks lingered like the morning glow, making her appear even more enchanting.
She forcibly suppressed the unfamiliar flutter in her heart, striving to regain the dignity of the Pope.
Her eyebrows arched slightly, carrying her usual aloofness and deliberately emphasized reproach:
"Dai Chengfeng! You… you dare to act so shamelessly in broad daylight…"
But just as she spoke, Bibi Dong suddenly paused. After all, it wasn't only Dai Chengfeng who had been involved earlier; such words would also implicate herself.
Thinking this, she let out a cold humph.
"In any case, you've lost all decorum!"
"How have I taught you? Is the dignity of the Spirit Hall and my authority as Pope so insignificant in your eyes?"
As she scolded him, Bibi Dong extended one delicate foot, seemingly sternly stepping on Dai Chengfeng's boot as if to punish her disobedient disciple.
However, this "punishment" from Bibi Dong didn't carry even a trace of soul power, and the speed of her movement held an almost imperceptible gentleness.
Rather than punishment, it felt more like playful admonishment.
How could Dai Chengfeng fail to see the underlying meaning behind Bibi Dong's "lesson"—the fear of hurting him?
Therefore, instead of dodging, he leaned toward her delicate foot, his eyes filled with deeper amusement.
"Disciple knows his mistake," he said, though his tone carried not a hint of remorse, instead laced with teasing. "But Teacher's beauty is unparalleled, and this disciple couldn't help himself. Please, Teacher…"
"Lighten the punishment."
Finally, her foot landed on his.
True to his expectations, there was no force at all—just a feather-light touch. Rather than punishment, it felt more like indulgent permission and subconscious affection.
After delivering this "punishment," Bibi Dong seemed satisfied with regaining her authority. She nodded slightly at the repentant Dai Chengfeng.
However, in the blink of an eye…
A sharp glint flashed in Dai Chengfeng's eyes. His previously amused gaze instantly turned deep and focused once more. At the same time, his right hand reached out, grabbing Bibi Dong's long hair and giving it a slight tug. Instinctively feeling the pain, Bibi Dong tilted her head upward.
Her heart skipped a beat as she abruptly looked up at Dai Chengfeng.
"Disobedient disciple, you…"
But Dai Chengfeng gave her no chance to speak. Using the momentum from the tug, his upper body pressed forward forcefully once again, instantly closing the already short distance between them.
His other arm wrapped around Bibi Dong's slender waist like an iron clamp, his fingertips pressing firmly through the thin fabric of her clothing, exuding an undeniable sense of dominance.
"Since Teacher has punished me…"
Dai Chengfeng's voice was low and hoarse, brimming with aggression. His hot breath brushed against Bibi Dong's sensitive earlobe and neck.
"This disciple should properly accept it…"
Before his words even faded, he had already lowered his head forcefully, capturing her lips once more—lips that still carried his scent but were now softer and rosier than before!
"Mmm~"
This kiss was even more fervent and domineering than the last, filled with intense possession and assertive demand.
Dai Chengfeng acted almost entirely on instinct, hungrily devouring every trace of Bibi Dong's essence.
Buzz—
Bibi Dong felt a sudden explosion in her mind, as if countless fireworks had gone off, leaving her mind blank.
The remnants of her Pope-like dignity, rational thinking, and the shame of daylight—all crumbled instantly under Dai Chengfeng's overwhelmingly domineering assault.
Her body was far more honest than her thoughts.
At this moment, Bibi Dong felt her entire body burning, electric currents coursing through her limbs. It was the first time she had encountered such a dominant Dai Chengfeng, leaving her momentarily at a loss.
But…
Regardless, the pretense of resistance she had maintained earlier was completely shattered, replaced by an overwhelming surge of unfamiliar excitement and dizzying pleasure.
She could only surrender to Dai Chengfeng's exploration…
An unprecedented sense of being controlled and submitting washed over Bibi Dong.
Unconsciously, she raised her hands, hesitantly gripping Dai Chengfeng's broad and sturdy back. Her fingertips dug into his muscles through his clothing, as if a drowning person clutching at the only floating piece of wood. Perhaps it was also a form of response and reciprocation on another level.
Under the sunlight, the air seemed to ignite.
Until… after an unknown amount of time.
"…Enough… enough…"
A muffled moan, heavy with panting and thick with shyness, finally escaped their tightly pressed lips.
This time, Bibi Dong mustered an unknown strength, pushing Dai Chengfeng away with all her might.
Bibi Dong panted heavily. Her lips, ravaged by the kiss, were slightly swollen and glistened enticingly with moisture.
Her usually impeccable appearance was now in disarray. Strands of hair clung to her sweat-drenched cheeks and neck, leaving only the decadent charm of someone thoroughly cherished.
Her already crimson cheeks were now flushed to the point of seeming ready to bleed, and her neck and ears were tinged with a vivid shade of pink.
Her amethyst-like eyes shimmered with unshed tears, their corners reddened. They were filled with lingering passion, a drunken haze, and the panic of unbearable shyness.
"You… you are far too audacious… disobedient disciple!"
She tried hard to regain her authoritative demeanor to scold him, but her voice was hoarse, trembling noticeably and interspersed with soft pants. Instead of commanding respect, it sounded more like a coy complaint.
Looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him, blooming because of him, Dai Chengfeng's Adam's apple bobbed visibly. His gaze grew even darker and deeper, almost unable to resist pulling her back into his arms once more.
However, Bibi Dong seemed to detect the dangerous glint in his eyes.
She bit her lip, which still stung from the kiss, her eyes flickering. Suddenly, she glared at him fiercely, her gaze filled with anger, humiliation, and… a hint of retreat and evasion that she herself hadn't noticed.
Moreover, this time, she seemed to have learned her lesson—or perhaps she was frightened by the loss of control she had experienced earlier.
She didn't attempt to regain the upper hand or make any further threats.
With a sudden turn, her steps wobbled slightly, almost as if she were fleeing in panic. She hurried toward the door as quickly as possible.
"I'm tired!"
She left these four words behind, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.
In the room, only Dai Chengfeng remained, along with the lingering traces of unspoken intimacy in the air.
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