Papal Hall!
After seeing Qian Renxue off, Lu Yuan headed straight to the Papal Hall.
It was still early, so Bibi Dong was surely here handling government affairs.
In the side hall, Bibi Dong was studying documents intently and reviewing them with care.
She still wore a magnificent ceremonial robe, though its patterns were vastly different from those of the former Pope's Mantle. Yet it fit her perfectly, making her look incomparably noble, graceful, and dignified.
Lu Yuan appeared out of thin air in the side hall, his blazing gaze fixed on Bibi Dong. After not seeing her for several months, this woman had become even more alluring.
Perhaps disturbed by Lu Yuan's heated gaze, Bibi Dong raised her head. The moment she saw him, her beautiful pink eyes lit up, and a gentle smile curved her lips.
"You're back?" Bibi Dong looked at Lu Yuan with a smile, her voice soft and melodious.
"I just got back. From the look of things, you've already ascended the throne?" Lu Yuan asked softly as he looked at Bibi Dong's ceremonial robe.
"Mhm? You could tell?" Bibi Dong rose to her feet and turned slightly, showing off her figure. "Is it beautiful?"
"Of course it is. It's absolutely gorgeous, and it suits you perfectly!" Lu Yuan praised. Then he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Bibi Dong's waist, and gazed at her with burning eyes.
"Dong'er, I missed you!" Lu Yuan said emotionally as he stared into Bibi Dong's eyes.
"I missed you too, Xiao Yuan!" Bibi Dong said softly, caressing Lu Yuan's face.
Lu Yuan smiled faintly, lowered his head, and captured Bibi Dong's tender red lips, launching his attack.
Bibi Dong tightly wrapped her arms around Lu Yuan's neck and responded with equal passion.
After more than four months apart,