Yun Chuan and Bibi Dong

The next day.

Yun Chuan woke in the Female Pope's soft, fragrant embrace. He raised his head and blinked his clear black-and-white eyes. Seeing that it was still early, he simply buried his face between those two full mounds again and went back to sleep.

Don't wake me. Just let me drown in this little patch of tenderness!

I only wish to remain immersed in this tenderness and sleep forever...

No wonder there was a saying that rulers stopped attending morning court from then on.

This tender haven truly possessed a charm that could make men lose themselves in it~

Yun Chuan sighed inwardly, then lightly nuzzled with his head like a little piglet. For some reason, this made him recall the days when he was still nursing as a child. He remembered how happy he had been then... Yet once he was weaned, he lost that privilege.

It had left him dejected for a long time. Later, as he gradually grew older, he even lost the chance to bathe with Mother and Xue Jie when he turned four... He wondered whether he would ever have the chance to relive those old dreams.

As Yun Chuan's head moved unconsciously, the Female Pope gradually woke up. She opened her beautiful eyes, her hands instinctively wrapping around the tiny body in her arms. After six years, this action had practically become instinctive, entirely unconscious.

Feeling the restless little fellow squirming about in her arms, a faint smile appeared on Bibi Dong's flawless face as she softly murmured, "Are you hungry?"

"...Mm."

After a long while, Yun Chuan, with his entire face buried against her chest, finally answered in a low voice.

"Then... do you want to eat?"

"...Mm."

And so, accompanied by the sound of clothes being undone.

After many years, Yun Chuan finally enjoyed once more the treatment that only infants could receive.

The sweet milk entered his mouth, and he felt as though he had returned to the past, becoming that wailing infant waiting to be fed once again.

At that moment, Yun Chuan harbored not the slightest indecent thought. All he felt was a deep filial attachment. His consciousness gradually blurred, his mind becoming groggy, as though his entire body were enveloped in soft clouds. He felt indescribably relaxed and content~

Though it was said that he had maxed out Bibi Dong's affection, had he not also been utterly conquered by this woman?

Having been immersed in Bibi Dong's rich, fervent maternal love since childhood, even hardened steel could be melted into softness, let alone a young man with little experience of the world like him.

If one were to ask whom Yun Chuan cared about most in this life.

Then without a doubt, the Female Pope ranked first.

There was absolutely no question about it.

His feelings for the Female Pope were extremely complicated. Part of it was familial affection nurtured through their daily companionship; subconsciously, he truly regarded her as his mother. But beyond that, there was also, to some extent, a hazy fondness between a man and a woman.

That was perfectly normal. After all, Yun Chuan was not truly an infant. He possessed memories from his previous life, and mentally, he was an ordinary teenager. He was at the age when young men began to admire women, facing a young and beautiful woman every day—especially one who was exceptionally gentle and doted on him so much. Given enough time, who would not fall for her?

Yet aside from that small measure of affection between a man and a woman, Yun Chuan's feelings toward Bibi Dong were more like those he had for a mother. He had never harbored any improper thoughts toward her!

Of course, the reason he had not developed such thoughts had much to do with his body still being far too young, with that aspect not yet developed. Once he grew up in the future, even entered adolescence... whether things would remain the same then was truly impossible to say. After all, the two of them had no blood relation and were not truly mother and son.