Chapter 698
Ren Xue
Dai Chengfeng did not release Bibi Dong after the kiss ended; instead, he held her even tighter, pressing their bodies together almost without any gap. He could feel Bibi Dong's soft body beneath her robes, and the barely perceptible tremor—not fear, but the release after long suppression, the aftershocks of an emotional torrent breaking through a dam.
“Dong’er,” he called her softly, his voice slightly hoarse from the passion he had just been in, “Do you know? Every time I see you wearing this papal robe, I want to take it off you myself.”
Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed even redder, and she lightly punched his chest: "How dare you!"
Despite this, she didn't push him away; instead, she pressed herself even closer. Dai Chengfeng smiled, his fingertips lightly tracing the intricate gold embroidery on her robe, feeling the delicate patterns and smooth fabric.
“This robe is too heavy,” he said softly, his fingers moving to the knot at the back of her neck. “It represents responsibility, power, and aloofness. But you don’t need any of that now.”
His fingertips deftly untied the first knot. Bibi Dong stiffened slightly but did not stop him. She simply looked up at him, her purple eyes shimmering with tears, as if she had a thousand words to say.
"Chengfeng." She called his name softly, the last syllable of her voice carrying a barely audible sigh.
"Shh." Dai Chengfeng gently pressed a finger to her lips. "Today we won't talk about the Pope or the Spirit Hall. It's just you and me, Bibi Dong and Dai Chengfeng."
The second knot was undone, and the purple-gold collar opened slightly, revealing a small patch of fair skin and delicate collarbone. Dai Chengfeng's eyes deepened, and he lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on that skin. Bibi Dong took a breath, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on the fabric of his shirt.
“You’re always so domineering,” she said softly, without a hint of reproach in her voice.
"Only for you." Dai Chengfeng smiled and continued to untie the third knot.
As each knot was untied, the papal robe, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Spirit Hall, gradually loosened. Dai Chengfeng's movements were extremely gentle, as if handling a rare treasure. His fingertips would occasionally brush against Bibi Dong's neck, causing her to tremble slightly.
When the seventh knot was undone, the robe hung loosely on Bibi Dong's shoulders, about to slip off with the slightest tug. Dai Chengfeng did not continue, but instead picked her up and carried her to a flat rock by the stream.
"Ah!" Bibi Dong exclaimed softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"
“That rock is warm from the sun, it will be more comfortable to sit on,” Dai Chengfeng explained with a smile, carefully placing her on the rock.
The stone was indeed as he had said, warmed by the afternoon sun, and felt comfortable to the touch. Bibi Dong sat on it, her loose robe appearing even more disheveled, the purple-gold fabric contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Dai Chengfeng stood in front of her, his hands braced against the stone beside her, trapping her between himself and the rock. This position forced Bibi Dong to tilt her head slightly to look at him, the sunlight streaming in from behind him, gilding his silhouette with a golden edge.
"I feel shy when you look at me like that." Bibi Dong turned her head away, a strand of purple hair falling onto her shoulder.
Dai Chengfeng reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek: "But I want to see you, I want to see every inch of you."
His words were direct and passionate, causing Bibi Dong's heart to race even faster. As Pope, she was used to being revered and looked up to, but rarely—or rather, never—had she been so openly desired and cherished. Dai Chengfeng's eyes held burning desire, but even more so, an unmistakable tenderness and appreciation. "Then you see it now," Bibi Dong said, trying to remain calm, but her flushed ears betrayed her.
“Not enough.” Dai Chengfeng chuckled, finally reaching out to gently pull down the papal robe.
Her robes slid down her smooth skin, piling up on the stone surface. Bibi Dong wore an exquisite purple undergarment, its thin fabric outlining her graceful curves. Dai Chengfeng's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
"Dong'er, you are so beautiful." His praise came from the bottom of his heart.
Bibi Dong felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and subconsciously tried to cover herself with her hand, but Dai Chengfeng gently grasped her wrist.
"Don't cover it up," he said in a low, husky voice. "Let me take a good look at you."
He gently pressed her wrist against the stone surface, leaned closer, but didn't kiss her immediately. Instead, he carefully traced her features with his gaze—her delicate eyebrows and eyes, her pert nose, her lips slightly pursed in nervousness. His gaze slowly moved downwards, sweeping over her slender neck, her exquisite collarbone, and then...
Bibi Dong felt an unprecedented shyness, yet deep within her was a strange sense of liberation. Before this man, she was no longer the Pope, no longer needing to maintain a constant air of authority and distance. She was simply Bibi Dong, an ordinary woman who would blush at the gaze of her lover.
Dai Chengfeng released her wrists, then gently stroked her shoulders, his hands sliding slowly down her shoulder line. His touch was tender yet firm, filled with an irresistible affection.
“You know what?” he whispered as he gently stroked you, “the first time I saw you, I wanted to do this—to touch you, to make sure you were real, and not some figment of my dreams.”
Bibi Dong recalled their first encounter, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up: "How old were you back then? You dared to have improper thoughts about the Pope."
“It was never an unreasonable desire,” Dai Chengfeng said earnestly. “It was destined.”
He lowered his head, and this time the kiss landed on her brow, as soft as a feather. Then it touched her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her cheek, and finally returned to her lips. This kiss was more lingering and deeper than before, and Dai Chengfeng's hands were no longer restless, gently roaming over her back, feeling the smoothness and warmth of her skin.
Bibi Dong gradually relaxed and began to respond to his kiss. Her arms encircled his neck, her fingertips running through his thick black hair. This subtle initiative filled Dai Chengfeng with ecstasy, and he kissed her even deeper.
The sun shines warmly, the stream babbles, and birdsong occasionally drifts from the woods. This secluded valley seems isolated from the world, where time seems to slow down and become viscous.
After an unknown amount of time, Dai Chengfeng ended the long kiss and turned his attention to Bibi Dong's earlobe. He gently nibbled on the soft earlobe, his tongue lightly brushing against it. Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan.
"Is this the sensitive spot?" Dai Chengfeng chuckled, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
Bibi Dong didn't answer, but buried her face in his shoulder, her ear tips almost translucent red. Dai Chengfeng adored her like this, and continued to linger on her ears and neck, leaving behind soft kisses.
His kisses moved lower and lower, reaching her delicate collarbone. He gently kissed the hollow, leaving a pale pink mark. Bibi Dong bit her lower lip, suppressing the sound that almost escaped her lips. (End of Chapter)