Chapter 678
Renxue's Arrival, Bibi Dong's Panic
Chapter 678 Qian Renxue's Arrival, Bibi Dong's Panic
Inside the Papal Palace, in the sleeping quarters, the alluring atmosphere had not yet completely dissipated.
Bibi Dong leaned lazily against Dai Chengfeng's chest, her purple hair cascading down onto the brocade pillow embroidered with gold thread, and the faint blush of passion still lingering on her skin.
Dai Chengfeng's fingers casually twirled her hair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"Dong'er..." he called softly, his voice hoarse from the aftermath.
"Shut up." Bibi Dong said with her eyes closed, her tone carrying a hint of anger, but lacking any real intimidation. "Let me rest for a while."
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, about to say something—
"Knock, knock, knock."
Three crisp knocks abruptly broke the tranquility of the palace.
Both of them were startled at the same time.
Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes, her purple pupils instantly regaining their clarity, and the Pope's majesty and vigilance returned to her gaze.
Almost instinctively, she raised her hand, and a gentle surge of soul power swept across, silently rolling the scattered papal robes and Dai Chengfeng's clothes into the shadows on the inside of the bed.
Dai Chengfeng also quickly sat up, but besides vigilance, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
In the dead of night, who would dare to knock on the door of the Pope's bedroom without prior notice?
He had never encountered anything like this before; even when Hu Liena came, he had to announce his arrival first…
After all, this is the bedroom of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
"Who?"
Bibi Dong's voice rang out, having regained its usual calm and authority, but if you listened carefully, you could still detect a trace of tension that she was trying hard to suppress.
Upon hearing Bibi Dong's question, there was a moment of silence outside the door, followed by a voice that made the hearts of the two people inside the palace skip a beat simultaneously:
"It's me, Qian Renxue."
A thousand feet of snow!
Dai Chengfeng was startled for a moment, then overjoyed, "The little angel is back?"
In contrast to Dai Chengfeng's surprise, Bibi Dong in his arms was stiff, her purple eyes swirling with a rare panic.
Bibi Dong quickly took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
She glanced quickly at the messy bed and Dai Chengfeng beside her, her purple eyes clearly conveying a warning.
Dai Chengfeng suddenly curled his lips into a smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before Bibi Dong could react, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed his warm lips to her slender neck, giving it a gentle suck.
"you--!"
Bibi Dong gasped, both shocked and furious, but dared not make a sound. She could only glare at him fiercely, conveying the message "You're crazy" with her eyes.
Dai Chengfeng whispered in her ear:
"Don't move...she can hear you."
Bibi Dong was so angry that she was trembling all over, but she really didn't dare to make any big moves.
Outside the door, Qian Renxue waited a moment, but received no response. She then gently knocked on the door again: "Your Majesty? Have you retired for the night?"
Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible expectation, as well as a faint sense of disappointment at being ignored.
Bibi Dong glared at Dai Chengfeng one last time before finally speaking, her voice now steady:
"Hold on."
She quickly composed herself, raised her hand to tidy her slightly disheveled long hair, and pulled the quilt tighter around herself and Dai Chengfeng before raising her voice:
"Come in."
After saying that, she gave Dai Chengfeng a warning glance and mouthed silently, "Don't mess around."
Dai Chengfeng raised an eyebrow and indeed calmed down, but his arm was still possessively wrapped around Bibi Dong's waist. He was hidden in the shadows on the inside of the bed. With the dim candlelight in the palace and the gauze curtains hanging not far away, it was difficult to find his presence unless you looked carefully.
The door was gently pushed open.
Qian Renxue, dressed in a pale yellow casual outfit, walked in under the moonlight.
Her purplish-gold eyes swept across the palace, and her gaze immediately fell upon Bibi Dong, who was leaning against the headboard. "Your Majesty."
She called out, and when her gaze fell on Bibi Dong, a clear look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
At this moment, Bibi Dong was completely different from the dignified, solemn, and meticulous Pope she usually was.
She was only wearing a thin silk nightgown, with a dark purple velvet robe over it, the neckline slightly open, revealing a section of her fair neck and delicate collarbone.
Her long purple hair wasn't tied up high as usual, but loosely draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and neck, damp with sweat, adding a touch of rare languor and... allure.
What Qian Renxue was even more concerned about was that her mother's cheeks were flushed with an abnormal redness, her eyes seemed more moist than usual, and there was even a very faint, lingering rosy tinge at the corners of her eyes.
The way she leaned against the headboard also exuded an indescribable sense of weakness and limpness.
Are you... feeling unwell?
Qian Renxue asked hesitantly, stopping a few steps away from the bed.
Bibi Dong's heart tightened, but her face remained calm. She only slightly frowned, and her voice carried just the right amount of weariness and indifference:
"It's alright, I'm just a little tired."
"You just got back, right? Why are you here so late? Why aren't you getting some rest?"
As she spoke, she could clearly feel Dai Chengfeng's hand give her waist a light pinch, with obvious teasing.
Bibi Dong immediately retaliated by pinching back her hand hidden under the quilt, her face remaining calm.
Qian Renxue took in her mother's reaction.
That was clearly different from usual—her flushed cheeks, slightly disordered breathing, and the unnatural glint in her purple eyes…
All of this gave rise to a vague guess in her mind, but the guess was so shocking that she dared not think about it too deeply.
"I just returned from Tiandou City and visited my grandfather. I was thinking of... coming to see you."
Qian Renxue spoke softly, her gaze sweeping across the palace once more.
A faint, almost imperceptible fragrance filled the bedchamber; it didn't seem like incense, but rather...
The flickering candlelight illuminated the vast palace in a dim light, while the gauze curtains beside the bed swayed gently, casting shimmering shadows on the floor.
Everything exuded an indescribable, secretive atmosphere.
"Look at me?"
Bibi Dong felt a subconscious sense of happiness. "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
"As for you, you must be tired from your long journey. Go back and get some rest. Also, since you've come back so suddenly, have things been arranged in Tiandou City?"
"Everything has been arranged, Your Majesty need not worry."
Qian Renxue answered, but her gaze involuntarily fell on Bibi Dong's face again.
That blush, those moist eyes...
Bibi Dong felt uncomfortable under her daughter's gaze, or rather, she was disturbed by the current situation and the restless man behind her.
She shifted slightly, trying to sit up straighter, but felt Dai Chengfeng's arm tighten, preventing her from moving.
"Now that you've seen it, let's go back." Bibi Dong's tone carried a hint of dismissal. "I need to rest too."
Qian Renxue pursed her lips.
She could sense a hint of barely perceptible urgency in her mother's tone.
"elder sister……"
She stepped forward, as if she wanted to say something.
(End of this chapter)