The next day.
The sun was rising, and a ray of sunlight shone in from the window.
Yunchuan, who had been tightly embraced by the Pope's arms the whole night, woke up at the right time. He slowly raised his head and blinked his black and white eyes. Seeing that it was still early outside the window, he simply buried his face back in his place and took a nap.
He felt that he didn't want to get up yet. Don't wake me up, I just want to indulge in this tenderness and sleep forever...
"No wonder there was a saying in ancient times that the king would not attend the court early from now on. This gentle land really has an addictive charm." Yunchuan sighed in his heart, then moved his head again, found a comfortable posture again, and his face was full of satisfaction~
Suddenly.
At this time, he didn't know why, but he actually recalled the time when he was still breastfeeding as a child. He remembered how happy he was at that time... But when he stopped breastfeeding, he lost this right.
This feeling left him feeling lost for a long time. As he grew older, at the age of four, he lost the chance to bathe with his mother and Sister Xue... He wondered if he would ever have the chance to relive those memories again.
As Yunchuan's head moved unconsciously, the Pope gradually regained consciousness, her beautiful eyes opening as her arms unconsciously wrapped around the tiny body in her arms. This action had become almost instinctive over the past six years, a completely automatic movement.
Feeling the restless little creature in her arms, a faint smile crossed Bibi Dong's beautiful face as she whispered, "Are you hungry?" "
...Yeah,"
she replied softly.
"Well, I want..."
the Pope whispered something.
After a long pause,
"...Yeah,"
he finally muttered.
And then, with the sound of fabric rubbing against each other...
Yunchuan, after all these years, finally enjoyed the treatment he had only known as an infant. This long-lost feeling of being enveloped by a mother's love... was pure bliss.
At this moment, Yunchuan harbored no trace of lustful thoughts, only a deep admiration. His consciousness gradually blurred... A wave of sleepiness gradually settled over him, leaving him in a state of half-asleep and half-wakefulness.
While he might have maxed out Bibi Dong's favorability, he was also completely captivated by this woman! He had been immersed in Bibi Dong's intense and ardent maternal love since childhood. Even the most heartless person would be moved, let alone a young man like him who hadn't experienced much of the world. If Yunchuan were to name the person he cared about most in his life, the Pope would undoubtedly be at the top of the list, holding a position of paramount importance. There was no doubt about that.
His feelings for the Pope were complex. Part of it was the familial bond cultivated through their daily interactions; perhaps subconsciously, he truly considered her a mother figure.
Of course, beyond that, there was still a certain, ahem, vague fondness for her.
This is normal, and it's not that he is mentally abnormal. It's human nature to have such thoughts about the person who raised him.
After all, Yunchuan is not a real baby. He has the memories of his previous life and is an adult in his heart. Facing a young and beautiful woman all day long, especially this woman is very gentle to him. She dotes on him very much. After a long time, who can not fall for her?
Don't look at him calling "Mom" all the time now, but this is just out of helplessness. In fact, for Yunchuan, who has the thinking of an adult, the young and beautiful Bibi Dong is more like an older sister than a mother.
A gentle and maternal older sister.
Oh, delete it, delete it, cut two thousand words into one thousand words, I have given up on it.