"Teacher, is the pressure enough?"
"Mm."
Bibi Dong's eyes closed, her lashes trembling slightly. Her legs rubbed together unconsciously.
Her body relaxed completely beneath Gu Qingshan's hands, like a lazy cat finding a warm corner.
Her head tilted back slightly, revealing her fair neck.
Gu Qingshan looked at Bibi Dong's closed eyes and her long, fair neck.
His fingers paused at the nape of her neck for a moment, then he withdrew his hands.
Bibi Dong's eyes opened a crack. She glanced at him, as if asking why he had stopped.
Gu Qingshan offered no explanation. With a thought, he summoned his power.
Tentacles surged from his back and spread through the air like eight sea serpents waking from their slumber.
Bibi Dong's eyes widened. She felt a little nervous; after all, women were naturally afraid of long, wormlike things.
She recognized them as the External Soul Bone dropped by the Octopus King.
The eight tentacles reached toward Bibi Dong from different directions.
They settled on different pressure points along her back. Their touch felt peculiar, warm and smooth.
An hour later.
Bibi Dong had actually fallen asleep. It seemed this tentacle massage technique really worked!
Gu Qingshan covered her with a light blanket, then turned and left the Pope Palace.
Gu Qingshan returned to the Holy Son Mansion, where he found Liu Erlong waiting at the entrance. She had been there for quite some time.
Today, Liu Erlong wore a tight-fitting pale blue dress that showed off her breathtaking curves at a glance.
The dress cinched tightly at the waist, accentuating her slender waist, delicate enough to fit in one hand.
The hem was very short, ending three inches above her knees and revealing a pair of long, straight legs with not an ounce of excess fat.
She wore