Bibi Dong: Don't Talk, Hold Me Tight, Kiss Me

"Because of the Chat Group, Bibi Dong knew in advance that I was a Transmigrator, and knew all my movements and predictions about the future."

"That's why she specifically came to find me, concealing her true identity to become my teacher."

"And he has always stayed by my side under the false identity of ' Eastern Emperor '."

The emotions in Lin Qingmo's heart quietly transformed into a heavy, profound feeling.

If Bibi Dong initially found him only to obtain information about the future plot and used him as a tool to rewrite fate.

Given her supreme status Pope, she could easily imprison him or control him at will.

But the reality is quite different.

As the years passed and they spent more and more time together, their relationship had long since transcended the ordinary master-disciple dynamic.

Bibi Dong not only gave him everything she had.

They even offered him a large amount of top-tier resources without any hesitation.

In those dark nights when the stars and moon were dim, in the long hours of companionship and dependence, she even completely gave her body and soul to him.

She is the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall.

He is also a unique Titled Douluo with Twin Martial Souls, unparalleled in the entire continent.

On many passionate nights, she willingly succumbed to the embrace of her disciple.

"Master, what are you after...?"

Lin Qingmo murmured to himself.

His fingertips gently traced the cold and noble portrait on the Light Screen.

Suddenly, a cool night breeze swept silently through the hall.

The heavy velvet curtains hanging outside the window were slightly rolled up.

The originally calm and warm air was suddenly filled with an extremely delicate yet incredibly powerful fragrance.

It was a cool and alluring scent mixed with a deadly, subtle fragrance, a unique fragrance that belonged only to Bibi Dong.

Lin Qingmo's eyelids twitched slightly.

He casually dismissed the Chat Group's Light Screen in front of him.

A tall, slender figure, completely shrouded in a wide black robe, suddenly appeared in front of him.

The night stretched her graceful shadow long.

Beneath the black robe and hood, a pair of deep, purplish-blue eyes, as dark as the boundless starry sky, were revealed.

Those beautiful eyes, usually so dignified and cold, holding the power of life and death over billions of people across the continent, were now reflecting Lin Qingmo's figure.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered with a watery light.

It was almost overflowing with longing, panic, and unfathomable unease.

That brief gaze in the Pope Palace during the day finally revealed a small part of this long-held secret.

The master and apprentice gazed at each other silently through a transparent window frame.

Lin Qingmo's apple bobbed violently.

He opened his mouth, and a somewhat hoarse voice came out. "Dong... Sister Eastern Emperor..."

This call carried far too much weight.

It contains the helplessness after the truth comes out, and the shock of sudden realization.

But even more so, it is a burning passion that has long been ingrained in our bones.

However, Bibi Dong did not give Lin Qingmo a chance to speak further.

The black robe billowed wildly in the night wind.

She transformed into a fragrant breeze, bypassing the window frame and rushing into the room with a forceful and urgent manner.

Cold, slender arms wrapped tightly around Lin Qingmo's neck like vines.

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled violently.

She completely abandoned all the dignity and arrogance of being the Pope, and threw herself into his arms without reservation.

Before Lin Qingmo could react...

The warm, moist touch had already domineeringly and urgently sealed off his right to speak.

This kiss.

She carried with her the fear that had been building up in her heart for years, the dread of the truth being revealed.

Driven by a madness that fears losing the one they love most.

It also carried an overwhelming, intense love that had been suppressed for countless days and nights.

The intense feeling of suffocation and the alluring, cold fragrance instantly overwhelmed Lin Qingmo completely.

A voice, extremely hoarse yet captivatingly alluring, transmitted through Soul Power reached his ear.

That was Bibi Dong, shed after shedding all her dignity and pretense, the voice of a woman caught in extreme fear and deep affection. "A-Qing... don't ask anything now."

Hold me tight, kiss me...

The black robe slipped silently as her delicate body trembled.

It revealed her fair and delicate shoulders, as smooth as mutton fat jade, and her luxurious and elegant purple long dress.

The night was as dark as ink.

Inside the luxurious suite, air conditioning and a subtle fragrance mingled.

On the soft couch, a violent storm had just subsided.

Torn black robes and golden-embroidered Pope robes lay scattered on the ground.

The purple-gold Scepter, representing the supreme power of the entire continent, was now leaning alone against the corner of the wall.

Bibi Dong, the usually aloof and arrogant Pope of the Spirit Hall, was now limply nestled in Lin Qingmo's arms.

A delicate blush spread across her stunningly beautiful face.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

His dignified and cold purplish-blue eyes were now filled with tears.

At the corner of her eyes, one could faintly see glistening tears.

Lin Qingmo a long sigh of relief and leaned against the headboard to catch his breath.

This woman's madness completely redefined his understanding of what it meant to be crazy.

The way they were acting just now didn't give him any chance to speak.

It wasn't until three hours later that he finally regained his breathing rhythm.

Lin Qingmo lowered his head, looking at the stunningly handsome Pope in his arms, his face glistening with sweat, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Sister Eastern Emperor..."

He paused, his tone slightly teasing.

"No, should I now address you respectfully as... Your His Holiness the Pope?"

The delicate body in his arms tightened slightly.

A delicate, snow-white finger suddenly reached out and gently touched his lips.

Bibi Dong tilted her head back.

A flicker of panic and pleading flashed in those Purple Eyes.

"Don't call me Your Majesty."

Her voice was slightly hoarse and dreamy, so soft and delicate it seemed like it could be squeezed for water.

"A-Qing, please..."

Call me Dong'er.

Lin Qingmo scrutinized the extremely rare contrast in their demeanor.

Who would have thought?

The iron-blooded empress who intimidates 100,000 Soul Master in front of the Great Soul Arena during the day, suppressing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the two great empires, is actually this submissive and obedient in private?

He was secretly delighted and naturally wouldn't refuse such a stroke of good fortune.

"Alright, I'll listen to you, Dong'er."

Lin Qingmo took the opportunity to pinch her plump and delicate cheek.

"Let's settle the score now."

"You're the guy in the Chat Group who listens to me complain all the time, and whose nickname is ' The Pope Herself,' right?"

Bibi Dong's delicate body stiffened.

She didn't deny it, but simply buried her face deeply in Lin Qingmo's chest.

Her slender fingers gripped the boy's waist and back tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

It's me.

Her voice was soft, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting for punishment.

Lin Qingmo had already seen through it all.

But hearing her admit it herself still stirred up a storm in my heart.

No wonder!

No wonder this woman suddenly appeared in the Soul Hunting Forest when I first transmigrated here and was complaining in the group about Tang San's double standards and Yu Xiaogang's hypocrisy and incompetence!