The Lingering Shadow

Countless chaotic thoughts filled her mind, leaving her with a faint sense of panic.

"No!"

"I have to return to Spirit Hall!"

Elsewhere.

Perhaps considering that she would fall into an extremely comfortable state after absorbing the Golden Light Orb, Bibi Dong chose to recline half-upright on the bed this time.

Chen Xing stood beside the large bed, using his small hands to support her cheeks.

Seeing her unfocused gaze and her body twisting about in pleasure,

he could not help grumbling inwardly.

Every time this woman absorbed the Golden Light Orb, she wore an expression like she was about to lose it.

It made him feel uncomfortable all over.

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

Before long, the Golden Light Orb had been completely absorbed, and a satisfied smile appeared on Bibi Dong's exquisitely beautiful face.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, plastering several strands of hair to her skin and making her look somewhat disheveled.

A moment later.

Chen Xing called softly twice.

"Teacher? Teacher..."

He had originally intended to have her change positions. After all, the orb was already gone, and he had been standing there for quite a while. If he stayed like this, his legs would go numb again.

But Bibi Dong seemed unable to hear him.

As her breathing gradually became steady, faint snoring slowly began to fill the room.

"Huh?"

"She fell asleep?"

Chen Xing was speechless.

Could you at least consider my feelings?

When she had been absorbing the orb just now, he had wanted to pull his hands away. But he had been afraid she would get angry, so he merely thought about it and did not dare act.

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

Uh, why did this situation feel somewhat familiar?

He could not worry about that now. If he had to keep this position until Bibi Dong woke up, there was no telling how numb his legs would become.

With that in mind, he tried to gently withdraw his hands and place her on the pillow.

"Dear ancestor!"

"Please, don't wake up."

The spacious bedroom was utterly silent, so silent that he could even hear both their heartbeats.

Chen Xing first gently pulled one hand free, dragged over the nearby pillow, and placed it beneath Bibi Dong's head.

After doing all this, he found that the woman showed no unusual reaction.

He could not help secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

Then, he slowly lowered the hand supporting her cheek, intending to place her head directly onto the pillow.

"The last step!"

"Don't wake up!"

"Don't wake up!"

Her purple hair had already touched the bed, and success was within reach, when the sleeping Bibi Dong suddenly let out a soft moan.

The sound was especially distinct in the silent room. Chen Xing's already stiff legs gave out, and he fell onto the bed.

"Damn it!"

The weight of his body instantly pressed down on the mattress, making the entire bed bounce twice like a spring.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he did his best to maintain his balance, and the movement of his hand was not too great.

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

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

"That was close, that was close!"

"If I'd woken her up, she'd probably have punched me again."

But his current situation was rather awkward. One hand was supporting Bibi Dong, the other was pinned behind him, and his whole body was nearly lying in Bibi Dong's arms.

Especially since right in front of his little face was a pair of proud, towering breasts.

He could even smell the fragrance of her skin with every breath.

Her dark purple nightgown could not fully conceal her figure, and after absorbing the orb just now, Bibi Dong had been twisting about on the bed.

As a result, all Chen Xing could see before him was a stretch of snowy white.

It was enough to make him dizzy.

"No, no."

"Do not look upon impropriety."

The most important thing now was escaping this awkward position. If Bibi Dong woke up right now, it would not be as simple as one or two punches.

With his life on the line, Chen Xing's mind raced as he considered what movement would let him swiftly retreat from the battlefield.

If nothing else worked, he would just pull himself free and immediately stand up. That would still be better than letting her discover him in this state.

But before Chen Xing could come up with a solution, Bibi Dong suddenly rolled over, draping one leg over his body.

Moreover, perhaps because she sensed something beside her with a comforting aura,

this woman actually treated him as a body pillow, wrapping her arms tightly around Chen Xing's head and taking a deep breath.

Then, like a girl sleeping astride a body pillow, she locked him tightly in place with all four limbs.

"Mmph~"

"I can't breathe..."

Late at night.

Inside the bedchamber.

One large and one small figure lay on the dark purple bed, both breathing evenly.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell across them like a veil of silver draped over their bodies.

At that moment, the scene was utterly tranquil.

In the end, Chen Xing had failed to escape. Held so tightly by Bibi Dong, and slightly deprived of oxygen after facing that "face wash" for so long, he eventually fell asleep as well.

Even now, the two of them were embracing without the slightest sense of incongruity.

It was just like the calm before a storm.

Perhaps the moonlight was too dazzling, or perhaps she had simply slept enough. Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled slightly upon her sleeping face.

She hazily opened her drowsy eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she inhaled a faint fragrance through her nose, filling her with satisfaction.

This was the most comfortably she had slept in many years.

She did not have to deliberately suppress the restless divine power, there were no nightmares, and her body felt incomparably comfortable. Even her dreams had been wonderful.

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

"I really miss this..."

Her consciousness gradually cleared, and sensation slowly returned to her body.

She suddenly felt that what she was holding in her arms was so comfortable.

"A blanket?"

"But it doesn't quite feel like one!"

"It's kind of hard."

"Wait!"

"Could it be..."

A wave of panic surged through her heart. Her newly clear gaze froze, and she hardly dared look at the "thing" in her arms.

Yet her body had already conveyed the unmistakably real sensation. Even without looking, she had guessed the answer.

Chen! Xing!

"No..."

"How could I..."

Stepping out of that beautiful dream, she became once more the lofty Pope of Spirit Hall.

Yet she was currently hugging a young boy, and like a little girl riding a body pillow, she had him tightly locked in place with all four limbs.

How could she possibly accept this?

She did not even dare move right now.

If Chen Xing had been careless in the previous accidents, then what about this time?

How was she supposed to face this boy?

What if she had been wrong from the very beginning?

What should she do?

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

The lingering shadow once again shrouded her heart, filling Bibi Dong with unease and fear.

What exactly was she supposed to do?