"Who told my Dong'er to be so beautiful? And this counts as being frivolous? The real frivolity hasn't even begun yet." Lu Yuan raised his right hand again, pinched Bibi Dong's chin, and spoke softly.
Bibi Dong could not help rolling her eyes at Lu Yuan. "Can't you be a little more serious, you little rascal?"
"I can't. You're too captivating. The moment I see you, I want to misbehave. I can't control myself." Lu Yuan said with a smile.
Bibi Dong was both annoyed and amused. She could not help extending her jade-like hand and lightly punching Lu Yuan.
Bibi Dong's punch was not heavy. It was more like a lover acting coy.
Although Bibi Dong was an empress, dignified and imposing, she had almost never displayed those traits before Lu Yuan.
Bibi Dong was exceedingly devoted to love. Once she fell in love, she would never regret it. She longed for love and to be loved. Before Lu Yuan, she set aside the majesty of an empress, seeming more like an ordinary girl caught up in love.
Yet she was Bibi Dong, after all, the Pope of Spirit Hall. Even in love, her grace and grandeur had never changed.
It was precisely her grace and grandeur that made Lu Yuan all the more infatuated with her.
Gently lifting Bibi Dong's chin, Lu Yuan slowly leaned closer.
Bibi Dong's pink eyes flickered slightly, but she did not refuse. This was far from their first time.
Besides, after being apart for so long, she truly missed Lu Yuan as well.
Their lips met, brimming with deep affection.
Lu Yuan gently kissed Bibi Dong's lips, pouring out the longing that had built to its very limit.
Bibi Dong's lips felt wonderful, making Lu Yuan reluctant to let go. Only after a