Chapter 676
Bibi Dong is convinced
Chapter 676 Bibi Dong is convinced
Looking at the surging anger in Bibi Dong's purple eyes, Dai Chengfeng knew that any words of explanation would be pale and powerless in the face of the enraged Pope.
He steeled his resolve, no longer attempting to explain himself, but instead seizing the moment when Bibi Dong's breathing had calmed and her guard had relaxed slightly after removing her disguise...
He wrapped his arms around her slender yet strong waist and lowered his head to kiss her.
"Well--!"
Caught off guard, Bibi Dong's lips were silenced by this sudden attack, and she let out a short, muffled groan.
She was furious and instinctively tried to use her soul power to shake Dai Chengfeng away.
But Dai Chengfeng held her very tightly, and with just a slight sucking, he forcefully suppressed the soul power she was about to unleash.
"Dai...uh...let go!"
Bibi Dong was both angry and anxious. She turned her head away from his kiss, her voice filled with suppressed anger and a barely perceptible gasp, "Don't think you can change the subject with this kind of tactic!"
"I'm asking you a question! What exactly is going on between you and Liu Erlong?!"
Dai Chengfeng ignored her, one hand still firmly holding her waist, while the other hand caressed her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin, which was slightly red from anger. He lowered his head again and covered her lips without giving her a chance to speak, swallowing all her questions.
This kiss was deeper and more lingering.
Bibi Dong's breath hitched from his kiss, and a strange, tingling sensation rose uncontrollably deep within her body.
As the Pope, her dignity was inviolable; how could she have ever been treated like such a "scoundrel"?
Reason told her she had to push Dai Chengfeng away and get to the bottom of things, but her body gradually softened under Dai Chengfeng's familiar and domineering advances.
She felt bitter and resentful, cursing herself for being so weak, yet she was unconsciously drawn into his presence.
"What could be wrong?"
Dai Chengfeng finally stepped back a little. "Dong'er, you're overthinking it."
"She and I were just old acquaintances who happened to run into each other."
"By chance?"
Bibi Dong sneered, clearly not believing this explanation. "We just happened to run into each other, and she kept pressing us, her words full of provocation?"
"You happened to run into them, and you ended up stuck in the middle, not daring to even tell the truth?"
"Dai Chengfeng, do you take me for a three-year-old child?"
"If I had told the truth, I'm afraid you would have torn down that Treasure Pavilion back then."
Dai Chengfeng gave a bitter smile and, taking advantage of Bibi Dong's anger subsiding slightly, lowered his head again.
This kiss was gentler, with a soothing quality. It lingered on her lips for a moment, then traced a path down her jawline to her sensitive earlobe. He gently nibbled at her soft earlobe, whispering:
"Dong'er, you are the only one in my heart. What do others do to me?"
"Don't get angry over irrelevant people. It will only hurt your health, and I'll be the one who suffers the most."
Dai Chengfeng's warm breath brushed against her ear, bringing a tingling, heart-fluttering sensation. The intimacy and possessiveness in his words inexplicably extinguished some of the nameless fire in Bibi Dong's heart, replacing it with a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
But Liu Erlong's provocative gaze and Dai Chengfeng's conflicted expression...
"rhetoric……"
She turned her head away, avoiding his further intimacy. Her tone was cold, but she had lost some of the anger she had shown earlier.
"You think you can get away with this?"
"I dare not deceive Your Majesty."
Seeing that her attitude had softened, Dai Chengfeng was secretly pleased, but his hands did not stop. With a forceful movement, he picked Bibi Dong up and carried her to the large and luxurious bed in the palace.
"What are you doing?! Put me down!" Bibi Dong exclaimed, instinctively grabbing his neck to maintain her balance, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.
Inside the Papal Palace, she was always the absolute authority with no room for argument, and had never been "offended" like this before.
Dai Chengfeng ignored her and went straight to the bedside. He gently placed her on the soft brocade quilt, then covered her with his body, trapping her firmly in his arms. His burning gaze locked onto her still angry purple eyes.
"Dai Chengfeng! Don't go too far!"
Bibi Dong placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but her strength seemed futile in front of Dai Chengfeng.
"Too much?"
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, leaned down and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was no longer tentative, and his hands began to roam restlessly over her body.
He skillfully manipulated it through the layer of that magnificent papal robe.
Bibi Dong initially resisted fiercely, but her body gradually betrayed her will under Dai Chengfeng's onslaught.
She and Dai Chengfeng had already been intimate countless times; the instinctive memories of their bodies were far more profound than their reason.
Gradually, her hand, which had been pressing against his chest, became a weak grip, and her initial angry rejection turned into an unbearable acceptance.
"Well……"
Dai Chengfeng noticed her change and skillfully untied the intricate ties of her papal robe, revealing her smooth and delicate skin underneath.
His kisses traveled down her neck, leaving faint red marks on her delicate collarbone.
I don't know how much time passed, maybe an hour, maybe longer.
When everything finally calmed down, only the rapid breathing of the two people in the palace gradually subsided.
Bibi Dong was drenched in sweat and collapsed weakly in the messy brocade quilt. Her once meticulously combed purple hair was now damp with sweat and stuck to her forehead and cheeks, which made her skin look even whiter than snow. Her eyes were full of languor and satisfaction.
She was breathing heavily, seemingly without the strength to even lift a finger.
Dai Chengfeng lay on his side next to her, propping his head up with one hand, admiring the rare and beautiful scenery before him.
At this moment, Bibi Dong, having shed her papal majesty, was breathtakingly beautiful, captivating him completely.
After a long while, Bibi Dong finally mustered up some strength, opened her hazy purple eyes, and glared fiercely at Dai Chengfeng.
This glance was less of an angry stare and more of a charmingly reproachful one; its every movement exuded captivating allure.
"You shameless scoundrel..."
Her voice was hoarse and languid after their lovemaking, as she weakly cursed, "You always resort to such despicable means..."
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, gently tucking her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear, his fingertips caressing her slightly flushed cheeks, his voice carrying a languid satisfaction and a hint of ingratiation:
"The methods are underhanded, but as long as they work, that's fine. Dong'er, are you still angry?"
Bibi Dong glared at him again, but the coldness in her eyes had long since vanished.
She was silent for a moment before letting out a disgruntled snort: "I'll let it go this time. I'm too lazy to bother with any more of the complicated things between you and that Liu Erlong..."
Dai Chengfeng was overjoyed and was about to speak when he heard Bibi Dong's tone change. Although her voice was soft, it carried an undeniable authority, regaining some of the Pope's imposing presence:
“But Dai Chengfeng, listen to me carefully.”
She slightly propped herself up, her purple eyes fixed on him, and said, word by word:
"Next time, don't let her get in my way."
After saying that, she seemed to have exhausted her last bit of strength and collapsed back onto the bed, closing her eyes and no longer looking at him, leaving Dai Chengfeng with only a profile view.
(End of this chapter)