Chapter 689
: He hasn't left his room for 3 days!
Before long, Dai Chengfeng returned carrying a tray.
Several delicate breakfast items were laid out on the tray, and a pot of congee was also warmed up.
He walked to the bedside, but instead of putting down the tray, he sat directly on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of warm porridge, and brought it to Qian Renxue's lips.
"Come on, open your mouth."
Qian Renxue blushed slightly at his attentive manner and tilted her head awkwardly.
"I can do it myself..."
"Don't move."
Dai Chengfeng flicked his wrist, bringing the spoon precisely to her lips, his tone domineering and leaving no room for refusal, "You still have the energy to eat by yourself?"
Qian Renxue was speechless. Thinking of how weak and sore her whole body was, she realized that even lifting her hand was difficult. So, blushing, she took small sips of porridge from his hand.
As Dai Chengfeng watched her obediently drink the porridge, his smile deepened. But between feeding her the porridge, his free hand began to wander.
His fingertips lightly brushed across her smooth shoulders exposed outside the quilt, then slid down along the beautiful lines of her collarbone, slipping inside the quilt to gently caress her sensitive waist.
"Well……"
Qian Renxue shuddered, almost choking on her porridge. She glared at him irritably, "You...you feed me properly!"
Dai Chengfeng seemed not to hear, his fingertips continuing their movements, even intensifying them, as he lightly pinched the soft flesh of her waist, his tone innocent yet self-righteous:
"I'm feeding the baby properly, and my other hand is just sitting idle anyway."
Qian Renxue was so angry at his twisted logic that her teeth itched, yet a tingling sensation ran through her body from his mischievous fingertips. She could only bite her lip and express her protest with her eyes:
"Dai Chengfeng! If you... if you keep doing this, I won't eat anymore!"
"Okay, okay, I won't move anymore."
Seeing that she was really annoyed, Dai Chengfeng reluctantly withdrew his mischievous hand and focused on feeding her porridge, but the wicked smile on his lips never faded.
After finally finishing this "difficult" breakfast, Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief, but Dai Chengfeng had already put the tray aside, bent down again, and picked her up horizontally, blanket and all.
"What are you doing?!"
Qian Renxue exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Dai Chengfeng looked down at her wary yet embarrassed expression and laughed heartily:
"After eating, it's natural to move around and help digestion."
"Again?!"
Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "You... are you made of iron?!"
"The physique of a Soul Master is inherently different from that of an ordinary person."
Dai Chengfeng carried her back to the bedside and gently placed her back on the messy bedding. "Besides... the spring night is too short, and such a beautiful time should not be wasted."
"You... um..."
Qian Renxue's protests were quickly drowned out by the passionate kiss.
…………
When the two finally broke free from their intense passion, it was already dusk outside the window.
Qian Renxue was so exhausted that she didn't want to move a single finger. She felt as if all the bones in her body had been crushed. She lay limply in Dai Chengfeng's arms, complaining weakly:
“Dai Chengfeng…you…you are simply…simply insatiable…”
Dai Chengfeng chuckled contentedly, his large hand gently stroking her sweat-dampened, smooth back to help her catch her breath.
"How can you blame me? Blame Her Highness the Angel for being too tempting."
"Glib-tongued..."
Qian Renxue gave him a weak glare, rested for a moment to regain some strength, then propped herself up and frowned.
"No, I really have to go back. We've been out for a whole day and night. If we don't go back soon, what will happen to Grandpa..."
"Not urgent."
Dai Chengfeng reached out and pulled her back into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his tone languid, "Stay one more night, I'll personally take you home tomorrow morning." "Stay one more night?!"
Qian Renxue grew anxious, "No, Grandpa will..."
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Dai Chengfeng interrupted her, his tone reassuringly confident, "Even if Senior Qian Daoliu is angry, he wouldn't do anything to his grandson-in-law, would he?"
"What kind of grandson-in-law is he! Shameless!"
Qian Renxue blushed and punched him in the chest, but ultimately did not insist on going back immediately.
Deep down, she also cherished this rare moment of tender time just between the two of them.
So the two of them spent another night in the beautifully decorated room at Liulixuan.
Dinner was once again ordered by Dai Chengfeng to be delivered to his room by the restaurant.
During the meal, Qian Renxue, having learned from her lunch experience, warned in advance: "You are not allowed to... touch me again while we're eating!"
Dai Chengfeng nodded readily, his face sincere: "Understood, Madam."
However, just a few bites into her food, Qian Renxue felt someone's foot creeping up from under the table and gently hooking around her ankle.
"Dai Chengfeng!"
Qian Renxue put down her chopsticks and glared angrily.
Dai Chengfeng looked up innocently: "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?!"
Qian Renxue was furious, but too embarrassed to point out his little tricks under the table, so she could only glare at him fiercely.
Dai Chengfeng chuckled twice and finally withdrew his mischievous foot, but after a while, his hand reached out again, wanting to wipe away non-existent grains of rice from the corner of her mouth.
Qian Renxue was utterly exasperated by this person's shamelessness. She could only dodge and quickly shovel rice into her mouth, wanting nothing more than to end this "torturous" dinner as soon as possible.
For the next three days, the two seemed to be cut off from the outside world, and did not step out of the room again.
The proprietress of Liulixuan seemed to take this for granted, delivering exquisite meals and hot water to the door on time every day without asking any questions.
For the past three days, the room has been filled with an ambiguous atmosphere almost constantly.
Dai Chengfeng seemed to want to make up for all the lost time in the past by showering Qian Renxue with tenderness and demands.
From initial shyness and resistance, to later half-hearted acceptance, and finally, to gradually becoming addicted to this intoxicating pleasure, Qian Renxue completely opened her body and soul to this man.
On the morning of the fourth day, when the sunlight once again filled the room, Qian Renxue looked at the bright sky outside the window and finally woke up from her dreamlike reverie.
She nudged Dai Chengfeng, who was still fast asleep beside her, her tone carrying an undeniable firmness:
“Dai Chengfeng, it’s really time to go back. If we delay any longer, Grandpa might come knocking on our door himself.”
Dai Chengfeng opened his eyes and saw that Qian Renxue had regained her usual cold and serious expression, knowing that this "honeymoon" period was over.
He stopped arguing, got up briskly, washed up, and dressed neatly.
"Let's go, I'll take you back to the Spirit Hall."
The Spirit Hall, the sleeping quarters area behind the Pope's palace.
As Dai Chengfeng, holding Qian Renxue's hand, stepped into the courtyard, a heavy, mountain-like pressure swept over them, instantly locking onto Dai Chengfeng.
The air seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.
Qian Renxue's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on Dai Chengfeng's hand, looking at him with concern. (End of Chapter)