Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 590 Bibi Dong: Is your massage legitimate?
Looking at Bibi Dong's appearance, Dai Chengfeng understood the complex and unresolved issues between the mother and daughter.

This is something that Bibi Dong has to deal with on her own.

Thinking it over, Dai Chengfeng stopped his previous 'busyness' and instead pulled his hand out from inside her clothes, gently taking Bibi Dong's slightly cool little hand in his.

That hand, wielding the power of the Spirit Hall, could manipulate events and control the world...

But at this moment, it appeared slender in his palm.

“Teacher,” Dai Chengfeng gently stroked Bibi Dong’s slender fingers, “when Qian Renxue returns, she will know everything. Don’t think too much about it.”

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong snapped out of her daze, and the confusion and complexity in her purple eyes gradually subsided, restoring some clarity.

She felt the warmth from the back of her hand, gently squeezed Dai Chengfeng's hand back, then let go, rubbed her temples, and a trace of fatigue appeared between her delicate brows.

"Once this little rascal comes back, he's going to turn the world upside down."

She whispered something, it was unclear whether she was referring to Qian Renxue or to her own complicated feelings.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng seemed to notice Bibi Dong's subtle movements and the weariness between her brows, and a thought struck him.

He walked around to her side and naturally placed his hands on her slender but stiff shoulders and neck.

"You're too tired, teacher."

Dai Chengfeng's voice was close to her ear, "Political affairs can never be finished, but your body needs rest."

"Shall I help you relax? Give you a massage?"

Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, glancing sideways at Dai Chengfeng, her eyes flashing with a hint of suspicion and a touch of curiosity:
"You? Massage?"

She found it hard to reconcile the fact that her apprentice, who was often disrespectful and constantly found ways to "bully" her, with the delicate work of "massage and relaxation."

Dai Chengfeng's lips curled into a confident smile as his fingertips began to press the acupoints on her shoulders and neck with surprising precision and skill.

"Teacher, please don't underestimate people."

He slowly applied force while chuckling softly, "What can't I do?"

"Well……"

A perfectly balanced soreness came from the Jianjing acupoint, followed by a spreading tingling and relaxing sensation, which caught Bibi Dong off guard and made her let out a soft groan.

The voice was melodious and languid, making her ears feel slightly warm.

But she had to admit that the relief after the soreness did relax her tense nerves for a moment.

"Where...did you learn all this?"

She couldn't help but ask, but her body honestly adjusted its posture slightly with his touch, making herself more comfortable.

Those hands seemed to possess magic, always able to accurately find her most sore and tense knots, and knead them open with just the right amount of force.

"During my travels, I learned a few skills from a retired healer."

He said that powerful Soul Masters often focus on cultivation and combat, neglecting the hidden injuries caused by long-term physical tension. Sometimes, proper relaxation is more effective than elixirs.

Of course, all of this is fake; it's actually what Dai Chengfeng learned in his previous life.

He continued talking, but his hands never stopped moving.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

Dai Chengfeng's words reminded her of her own state over the years; wasn't it the same?

Bearing heavy responsibilities and proceeding cautiously step by step, the physical exhaustion and mental tension have long been the norm, even to the point of numbness.

At this moment, under these young and strong hands, those previously ignored aches and pains surfaced so clearly and were so patiently soothed.

"It does... have a certain appeal."

She admitted it softly, her tone softening without her even realizing it.

Dai Chengfeng smiled, a smile that appeared exceptionally gentle under the lamplight, yet also concealed a hint of triumphant cunning.

“Just sitting and massaging her shoulders won’t be very effective.” He leaned closer to her, his breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe. “Teacher, do you trust me?”

Bibi Dong opened her eyes, her purple eyes reflecting his smiling face, which held a questioning tone.

"Lying down will make it more effective."

Dai Chengfeng pointed to the large, sturdy desk piled high with documents and memorials, "This will do."

Bibi Dong glanced at her desk where she handled government affairs, a look of absurdity and embarrassment flashing across her face.

"Nonsense, this is the area for marking documents..."

How can you let her lie on this?

"Places are static, people are dynamic."

Dai Chengfeng didn't give her a chance to refute. He still held her shoulder firmly with one hand, while the other hand gently but firmly moved the documents, pen holder, seal and other items on the desk to an empty space to the side, clearing a space big enough for her to lie down.

"At this moment, making you relax is the most important thing."

Dai Chengfeng's movements were unhurried, carrying a sense of natural dominance, yet his tone was so gentle that it was hard to refuse.

Bibi Dong looked at his profile as he focused on cleaning the table, the light casting a shadow on his straight nose, and suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.

"You are the only one who is wrong."

She scolded him playfully, but didn't object further.

Perhaps they were truly tired, or perhaps they were simply craving that rare, unconditional care and intimacy.

Soon, Dai Chengfeng tidied up his desk, turned around, extended his hand to her in an inviting gesture, and smiled.

Bibi Dong looked at the hand, then at him, and finally, with a barely audible sigh, placed her hand in his palm.

Dai Chengfeng gently lifted her from the chair and led her to the desk.

“Teacher, please.” He gestured for her to lie down.

Bibi Dong blushed, glared at him, and finally, with his help, slowly lay down on the cool, smooth tabletop.

The hard, wooden texture seeped through the thin silk robe, making her feel uneasy, especially considering that beneath her was the desk that usually symbolized power and authority. This hidden sense of transgression and extreme intimacy intertwined, making her heart pound like a drum.

She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him, her long eyelashes trembling violently.

Dai Chengfeng admired the beautiful scenery before him.

The stunningly beautiful Pope lay on his "workbench," his purple silk robes loosening further as he lay down, the neckline opening wider to reveal more of his alabaster skin and alluring cleavage.

Her robe billowed out, revealing her long, straight legs beneath the purple silk, her waist slender, and her curves astonishing.

The soft light shone on her, as if draping her in a holy yet alluring halo.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks flushed, and she had shed her usual majesty, leaving only a woman's gentleness and a rare vulnerability and submissiveness.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he took a deep breath, suppressing the burning sensation in his heart.

"Teacher, wait a moment, I have a little thing that can make you more comfortable."

As Dai Chengfeng spoke, he took out a delicate little jade bottle from his personal storage soul tool.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong curiously opened one eye and glanced at the jade bottle in his hand.

"what is this?"

I saw it by chance while shopping.

As Dai Chengfeng spoke, he uncorked the bottle.

A delicate and sweet rose fragrance immediately filled the air, dispelling the somber smell of ink and paper in the study.

(End of this chapter)