Chapter 701
Ren Xue
They placed the food on a white jade table that had appeared out of nowhere, then respectfully withdrew and disappeared into thin air.
Dai Chengfeng stood up, casually draped an outer robe over his shoulders, and then picked up Bibi Dong's inner garment that had been scattered on the ground, gently helping her put it on. Bibi Dong wanted to refuse, but seeing his serious expression, as if he were doing something incredibly sacred, she obediently raised her arm and let him serve her.
After dressing her properly, Dai Chengfeng picked her up and carried her to the stone table, where he sat her on his lap.
"I can do it myself." Bibi Dong was a little uncomfortable. Although the two were already very close, being treated like a child still made her feel shy.
"Don't move." Dai Chengfeng held her down, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, gently blew on it to cool it, and then held it to her mouth. "Open your mouth."
Seeing his focused expression, Bibi Dong's heart softened, and she obediently opened her mouth to take the warm porridge. The porridge slid down her throat, carrying a faint spiritual energy, instantly soothing her empty stomach.
"Is it delicious?" Dai Chengfeng asked, his eyes so tender they could melt your heart.
Bibi Dong nodded and swallowed the food in her mouth: "It's delicious. What kind of rice is this? It contains such pure energy."
“Wind Spirit Rice can only grow in places where the wind element is extremely concentrated.” Dai Chengfeng fed her another bite. “It’s good for your health.”
Bibi Dong felt a warmth in her heart. As a Title Douluo, ordinary food could no longer meet her body's needs, but the energy contained in this Wind Spirit Rice made her feel noticeably comfortable, which was obviously something he had prepared specially.
The two of them fed each other, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow on their embrace, making it as beautiful as a painting.
After eating and drinking her fill, Bibi Dong leaned against Dai Chengfeng's chest, sipping her fruit wine. The wine was sweet on the palate, but its aftereffects left her feeling slightly tipsy, making her already relaxed body even more supple.
“This wine…” Her eyes were somewhat unfocused.
“Wind Whisper Wine, drinking too much makes people tell the truth.” Dai Chengfeng took the wine glass from her hand, took a sip from where she had just drunk, and looked at her meaningfully, “Dong’er, shouldn’t you tell me now when you started liking me?”
Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed slightly, whether from the alcohol or shyness, it was hard to tell. She turned her face away and whispered, "Who likes you?"
"Don't like it?" Dai Chengfeng raised an eyebrow, pinching her waist lightly, causing her to gasp softly. "Then who was it that was writhing and begging me beneath me just now..."
"Shut up!" Bibi Dong covered his mouth in shame and indignation, her eyes glistening with tears. Her glare at him was not intimidating at all, but rather like an annoyed kitten, making Dai Chengfeng's heart itch with desire.
He chuckled softly, pulled her hand down, and kissed it: "Okay, no words. How about proving it with actions?"
As he spoke, he made a move to kiss her again. Bibi Dong quickly turned her head away, but he held her chin firmly, forcing her to meet his burning gaze.
"Dong'er," he said, his playful expression vanishing, his gaze deep and earnest, "tell me, you have me in your heart, don't you?"
Bibi Dong looked into his eyes, and there she clearly saw her current appearance reflected there—her hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with lingering desire and a hazy, dreamy look. Where was even a trace of the dignity of the Pope of the Spirit Hall in this state?
Suddenly, she didn't want to run away anymore, didn't want to be bound by so-called identity and responsibility. In this world that belonged only to them, she just wanted to be her true self for once.
"Mmm," she responded softly, her voice barely audible, yet clearly reaching Dai Chengfeng's ears. Dai Chengfeng's pupils contracted slightly, a surge of immense joy instantly engulfing him. Although he had already sensed her response, hearing her admit it with his own ears still thrilled him immensely.
“Say it again.” His voice was hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
Bibi Dong mustered her courage, looked him straight in the eye, and said clearly, word by word, "Dai Chengfeng, you are in my heart."
Before she could finish speaking, she was pulled into a warm embrace. Dai Chengfeng's arms were tight, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones, never to be separated again.
"Dong'er, my Dong'er..." He called her name again and again, his tone filled with the preciousness and joy of finding her again.
Bibi Dong felt his rapid heartbeat, and a happy smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. She reached out and hugged his strong waist, burying her face deeply in his chest.
At this moment, life is peaceful and the world is at peace.
After an unknown amount of time, Dai Chengfeng loosened his grip on her slightly, but still held her close in his arms. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Dong'er, move in with me."
Bibi Dong was taken aback, then shook her head: "I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall, how could I..."
“I know.” Dai Chengfeng interrupted her, gently stroking her cheek with his fingers. “I don’t ask you to give up the position of Pope. I only hope that when you are tired, there is a place where you can rest in peace and someone you can rely on.”
He paused, then continued, "I will handle things with the Spirit Hall. I will not allow anyone to criticize you, much less harm you."
Bibi Dong was moved, yet still hesitated. If her relationship with Dai Chengfeng were made public, it would inevitably cause a huge uproar. The Spirit Hall wasn't a monolithic entity; if those old fogies in the Elder Hall knew she was with a powerful figure of unknown origin, they would likely use it as an excuse to cause trouble. And then there was the man she had always wanted to surpass…
Bibi Dong's eyes darkened at the thought of Qian Daoliu.
Dai Chengfeng noticed her change in mood, cupped her face, and forced her to look at him: "Dong'er, believe me. With me here, no one can hurt you, and no one can stop us from being together. If anyone dares to gossip..." A cold glint flashed in his eyes, "I don't mind if this continent loses a few titled Douluo."
His tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling killing intent. Bibi Dong had no doubt about his words; this man had the right to say such things. His strength was unfathomable; even she couldn't fathom its depths.
"Give me some time," Bibi Dong finally relented, speaking softly, "After I've dealt with the internal affairs of the Spirit Hall, after I have enough strength..."
“Okay.” Dai Chengfeng didn’t insist. He knew her pride and that she didn’t want to rely on others completely. He was willing to wait for her and accompany her step by step to the top.
“However,” he changed the subject, a smile returning to his eyes, “before that, you have to promise me you’ll come here to spend at least one day a week with me. No, two days.”
Bibi Dong chuckled: "How can you be like this?"
"I don't care." Dai Chengfeng leaned closer, almost touching her nose, and said, "If you don't agree, I'll carry you back to the Spirit Hall right now and announce to everyone that you are my woman."
Bibi Dong glared at him, but succumbed to his burning gaze. Her face flushed, she muttered softly, "...One day." (End of Chapter)