Chapter 682
Kissing Renxue
This time, Dai Chengfeng didn't give her a chance to dodge, and once again accurately covered her slightly trembling cherry lips.
"Well……"
Qian Renxue let out a short gasp, then the sudden kiss stole her breath.
This kiss was different from the tentative, half-hearted advances just now, and also different from the fleeting touches on the cheek and earlobe.
It carries an undeniable possessiveness, yet is strangely gentle.
Qian Renxue's mind went blank, and she instinctively closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly.
Dai Chengfeng sensed her compliance and deepened the kiss.
Qian Renxue froze, her hand unconsciously clenching his collar against his chest, but she didn't push him away forcefully.
A strange and intense shiver, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, instantly spread throughout her body from the point where their lips met. Qian Renxue felt weak all over and could barely stand, relying entirely on his arm around her waist for support.
She never imagined that a kiss could bring such a transformative feeling.
Shyness, panic, and a hint of secret... indulgence, all these emotions intertwined, making her melt into a pool of spring water in his arms.
Dai Chengfeng savored her sweetness, feeling her body go from stiff to soft, from awkward to gradually responding subtly, and his heart was filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
He only reluctantly let go when he felt her breathing become rapid and she was about to suffocate.
Their lips parted, Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, she gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, barely daring to look at him.
Dai Chengfeng stroked her slightly swollen lips with his thumb, his eyes filled with a satisfied smile, his voice low and husky:
"This time, it's really time to go."
Qian Renxue was so ashamed that she buried her face in his chest and refused to look up.
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, hugged her for a few more moments, and then said, "Alright, if you don't leave now, I won't want to leave..."
Qian Renxue lifted her head from his embrace. Although her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes were much clearer, carrying a hint of worry.
"Be careful..."
"rest assured."
Dai Chengfeng placed a final light kiss on her forehead, then released her hand and turned to walk towards the window.
He deftly pushed open the window, silently disappearing into the moonlight outside, leaving only a whisper carried on the wind:
"I remember what you promised me..."
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Dai Chengfeng moved like a ghost, using the moonlight and shadows to quickly traverse the intricate complex of the Spirit Hall's buildings.
He seemed quite familiar with the paths here, skillfully avoiding several patrols of guards.
Once you cross the small garden that connects the core palace area to the outer area, you can leave safely.
He was in a good mood, the sweet and soft touch of Qian Renxue still lingering on his lips. Thinking of her shy yet gradually indulging appearance just now, his steps became lighter.
However, just as he was about to step out of the garden archway, a figure appeared silently beneath the archway like a ghost, blocking his way.
Dai Chengfeng suddenly stopped in his tracks, his muscles tensing instantly.
The moonlight shone on the man, outlining his simple yet majestic white robe and his handsome, aged face, now covered in frost.
A thousand streams!
The Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, and Qian Renxue's grandfather. Dai Chengfeng felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Even though he was usually arrogant, unruly, and audacious, at this time and place, being caught red-handed by Qian Renxue's grandfather, one of the top experts on the continent, he felt an unprecedented sense of embarrassment and... a hint of danger.
The air seemed to freeze.
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on Dai Chengfeng, his gaze as cold as solid ice, almost piercing through him.
Anger, annoyance, and a kind of rage that felt like "the cabbage I've carefully nurtured has been eaten by a pig" swirled and churned in his eyes.
Dai Chengfeng's throat was dry, and his brain was racing, but he couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation.
Should I say that I came here to admire the night view of the Spirit Hall?
Or did you say you got lost?
In front of a powerhouse like Qian Daoliu, any lie would seem pale and laughable.
He could only force a stiff smile, more painful than a grimace, in an attempt to break the suffocating silence:
"Cough... Senior Qian... Good evening..."
Qian Daoliu did not respond to his greeting. His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over him as if trying to see through him inside and out.
Their gaze lingered on his slightly disheveled collar and... the lingering scent of Qian Renxue.
Qian Daoliu's face darkened further, and the surrounding air seemed to become thick and heavy because of his suppressed anger.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Dai Chengfeng's forehead. He felt like prey being targeted by a prehistoric beast, unable to move.
He had no doubt that if Qian Daoliu wanted to, he could annihilate him in an instant.
After a long while, Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.
He stared intently at Dai Chengfeng, forcing out a sentence through gritted teeth, each word dripping with icy coldness:
"From now on...be nicer to Xue'er."
His voice wasn't loud, but it contained immense pressure, causing Dai Chengfeng's heart to skip a beat.
"otherwise……"
Qian Daoliu didn't continue, but the sudden, palpable, chilling killing intent that spread was more terrifying than any verbal threat.
The killing intent was like the cold wind of the far north, instantly sweeping across the entire garden, and the flowers, plants and trees seemed to be frozen in time.
Dai Chengfeng shuddered, and almost reflexively, he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, quickly pledging his loyalty:
"Grandpa! Don't worry! I will definitely treat Xue'er well! I will never let her down!"
He called out "Grandpa" so naturally.
Instantly, Qian Daoliu's anger, which had just subsided, flared up again. His face turned ashen, and he roared:
"Who's your grandpa! You bastard!"
He was so angry that his beard trembled slightly, and he glared fiercely at Dai Chengfeng.
In the end, Qian Daoliu seemed to feel that saying another word to this shameless brat with a skin thicker than a city wall would be torture for him. He snorted heavily, turned and left, his figure disappearing from the spot in an instant.
Dai Chengfeng looked in the direction where Qian Daoliu had disappeared, let out a long sigh of relief, and then realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and smacked his lips with lingering fear:
"Good heavens... I almost died here..."
However, with the crisis averted, his nonchalant smile returned, and he muttered to himself, "Tsk, the old man still has quite a temper... But as long as he's willing to agree, things will be much easier."
He straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, determined his direction, and with a flash, disappeared into the night. (End of Chapter)