The Lingering Shadow

Countless chaotic thoughts flooded her mind, leaving her with a faint sense of panic deep in her heart.

"No!"

"I must return to Martial Soul Hall!"

On the other side.

Seeming to consider that she would fall into a state of extreme comfort after absorbing the golden light orb, Bibi Dong chose to lie half-reclined on the bed this time.

Chen Xing stood at the side of the large bed, supporting her cheeks with his small hands.

Seeing her eyes unfocused and her body writhing randomly due to the pleasure, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Every time this woman absorbed a golden light orb, she put on an expression as if she were about to lose control.

It made him feel completely uneasy.

Fortunately, there was no drool this time, and everything was going smoothly.

Before long, the golden light orb was completely absorbed, and a satisfied smile appeared on Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face.

The fine beads of sweat slightly seeping from her forehead caused a few strands of hair to stick to her skin, making her look somewhat disheveled.

A moment later.

Chen Xing called out softly twice.

"Teacher? Teacher..."

He had intended to ask her to change positions; after all, the light orb was gone, and he had been standing there for quite a while—his legs were going to go numb again if he kept this up.

But Bibi Dong acted as if she couldn't hear him at all.

As her breathing gradually steadied, a faint snoring sound began to echo in the room.

"Huh?"

"She fell asleep?"

Chen Xing was speechless.

Could you please consider my feelings for once?

Just now, while she was absorbing the light orb, he had wanted to pull his hands away, but fearing she might get angry, he only thought about it and didn't dare to do so.

But who would have thought this woman would fall asleep right in his hands?

Uh, why does this scene feel so familiar?

He couldn't worry about that anymore; if he had to maintain this posture until Bibi Dong woke up, there was no telling how numb his legs would become.

Thinking of this, he tried to gently withdraw his palms and place her head on the pillow.

"My ancestor!"

"Please, do not wake up."

The spacious bedroom was very quiet, so quiet that one could even hear the heartbeats of the two.

Chen Xing first gently withdrew one hand, pulled over the pillow from the side, and placed it under Bibi Dong's head.

After finishing this, he noticed that the woman showed no signs of abnormality.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately after, he slowly lowered the hand that was supporting her cheek, wanting to place her head directly onto the pillow.

"The final step!"

"Don't wake up!"

"Please don't wake up!"

Her purple hair had already touched the bed, and just as he was about to succeed, the sleeping Bibi Dong suddenly let out a soft moan.

In the silent room, this sound was particularly distinct. Chen Xing's already stiff legs lost their balance, and he fell directly onto the bed.

"Damn it!"

The weight of his body was instantly applied to the mattress, making the whole bed bounce like a spring twice.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he tried his best to maintain his balance, and the movement of his hands was not too large.

He held his breath as much as possible, his heart pounding wildly.

He looked up to check the situation and found that Bibi Dong showed no signs of waking up.

"That was close, that was close!"

"If I had woken her up, she probably would have given me another punch."

It was just that his current situation was somewhat awkward; one of his hands was supporting Bibi Dong, the other was pinned behind his back, and he had almost fallen into Bibi Dong's embrace.

Especially since right in front of his small face were her proud, towering peaks.

He could even smell the faint fragrance wafting from her skin with every breath.

The dark purple nightgown failed to perfectly conceal her figure, and having just absorbed the light orb, Bibi Dong had been tossing and turning on the bed.

This resulted in Chen Xing being met with a sight of pure, snowy white wherever he looked.

It was almost enough to make him dizzy.

"No, no, no."

"Do not look at what is improper."

The most critical thing now was to escape this awkward position; if Bibi Dong were to wake up right now, it wouldn't just be a matter of one or two punches.

Facing a life-or-death crisis, Chen Xing's brain raced, trying to figure out what movement would allow him to retreat from the battlefield immediately.

If all else failed, he would just pull away and stand up at once; that was still better than being caught in this state.

But before Chen Xing could come up with a plan, Bibi Dong rolled over, and one of her legs draped directly over his body.

Moreover, seemingly sensing an aura beside her that brought her comfort, she acted as if she had found a pillow.

This woman actually treated him like a bolster, wrapping her arms tightly around Chen Xing's head and taking a deep breath.

Then, just like a young girl sleeping with a body pillow, she locked him firmly in place with all four limbs.

"Mmm~"

"I can't... breathe..."

Late at night.

Inside the bedchamber.

Two figures, one large and one small, lay on the massive dark purple bed, their breathing steady and rhythmic.

Moonlight spilled through the window into the room, draping over them like a layer of silver gauze.

At this moment, the scene was one of absolute tranquility.

In the end, Chen Xing never managed to escape. Held so tightly by Bibi Dong, and combined with the prolonged exposure to her "cleansing milk" which left him slightly oxygen-deprived, he eventually drifted off to sleep as well.

Until now, the two of them remained wrapped together without the slightest sense of discord.

It looked exactly like the calm before a storm.

Perhaps because the moonlight was too dazzling, or perhaps she had simply slept her fill, the eyelashes on Bibi Dong's sleeping face began to tremble slightly.

In a haze, she opened her drowsy eyes.

She took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance that filled her nostrils left her feeling incredibly satisfied.

For many years, this had been the most comfortable sleep she had ever had.

There was no need to deliberately suppress her restless divine power, no nightmares, her physical state was extremely comfortable, and even the dream she had was wonderful.

"If only I could sleep this soundly every day."

"How nostalgic..."

Her consciousness gradually cleared, and her body slowly regained sensation.

She suddenly felt that the thing she was holding in her arms was very comfortable.

"Is it a quilt?"

"But this feeling doesn't quite seem like it!"

"It's a bit hard."

"Wait!"

"It couldn't be..."

A wave of panic surged into her heart. Her eyes, which had just regained clarity, froze; she didn't quite dare to look at the "thing" in her arms.

However, her body had already received the tactile feedback, and even without looking, she had guessed the answer.

Chen! Xing!

"No..."

"How could I..."

Stepping out of her beautiful dream, she became once again the high and mighty Pope of Martial Soul Hall.

But right now, she was hugging a young boy, and doing so like a little girl with a body pillow, locking him tightly with all four limbs.

How could she possibly accept this?

She didn't even dare to move now.

If the previous few accidents were Chen Xing's fault, what about this time?

How was she supposed to face this boy?

What if, from the very beginning, she was the one who was wrong?

What should she do?

Ever since that incident, she had never allowed any man to come within five meters of her.

The lingering shadow once again shrouded her heart, causing Bibi Dong to feel a sense of unease and fear.

What on earth should she do?