Why So Soft?

The carriage rolled into Martial Soul City. Bibi Dong held Luo Dong as she stepped down, and no sooner had she crossed the threshold of the palace than an attendant hurried forward, bowing low to present a secret report.

The wax seal bore the stamp of the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong broke the seal, unfolded the letter, and scanned the lines one by one.

Qian Xunji's hunting operation had failed.

Tang Hao had wounded three Soul Saints of Martial Soul Hall on the edge of the Star Dou Forest and vanished into the deep mountains with that transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Martial Soul Hall had searched for three full days without even catching a trace of them.

Qian Xunji, furious, had returned to Martial Soul Hall today, empty-handed.

Bibi Dong folded the letter back up and let out a cold laugh.

She had heard how arrogant he was when he set out.

As if that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast were already his for the taking.

And yet?

Tang Hao had circled him near the Star Dou Forest for so long, and he hadn't even been able to lock onto the man's tracks.

If Tang Hao were so easily captured, he wouldn't be worthy of being called the once-in-a-century genius of the Clear Sky Sect.

But none of this had anything to do with her.

She didn't care anymore.

A level 91 Titled Douluo, Twin Martial Souls, God Spider Eight Kills, spiritual power far exceeding her rank, plus the god-level Soul Skills of Undying Body and Reverse Time.

Qian Xunji, that level 95 Titled Douluo, was no longer worth mentioning in her eyes.

All she lacked was an opportunity.

If the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall were to openly kill the Pope, no matter how justified the reason, it would trigger turmoil and division within the organization.

The elder council would not stand on her side, at least not yet.

But the opportunity would come.

Bibi Dong tucked the report into her sleeve, carried Luo Dong through the long corridor, and pushed open the door to her quarters.

They had been out for several days, covered in the dust of the road.

Although she had found inns to wipe Luo Dong down along the way, it had been a makeshift affair.

She hadn't given her precious son a proper bath in days.

For a mother accustomed to bathing Luo Dong every single day, this was something she had endured for far too long.

She carried Luo Dong straight into the bathroom and ordered the maid to prepare hot water.

Before long, the large wooden tub was filled to seven-tenths capacity, steam rising in swirling clouds to fill the room with a thin white mist.

Bibi Dong reached out to test the water temperature.

She pressed the inside of her elbow against the surface; it was pleasantly warm, just about the same as body temperature—perfect.

She closed the door, turned back to help Luo Dong out of his little clothes, folding them one by one onto the low stool nearby, before shedding her own garments.

Her perfect figure was revealed.

She then picked up the naked Luo Dong and stepped into the tub.

The water temperature was just right.

As soon as he entered the water, Luo Dong let out a sigh of comfort, clinging to Bibi Dong like a koala.

His two short arms wrapped around her neck, his little face buried in the crook of her shoulder, while his short legs dangled against her waist.

The hot water soaked up to his chest, warm and soothing, making his whole body feel soft and limp.

Bibi Dong wrapped one arm around his back and picked up a towel with the other, beginning to scrub him clean.

She started with his face—forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks—circling his ears and down to his chin.

Her movements were gentle and practiced.

The dust from the past few days of travel was wiped away bit by bit.

Luo Dong lay obediently against her chest, the steam from the water warming him through and through.

He squinted his eyes, enjoying the sensation for a while, before he began to fidget restlessly.

He nuzzled his face into her neck, then shifted to the side, his cheek brushing against a certain spot every now and then.

It felt warm and comfortable, so he began to rub against it with even more enthusiasm.

Bibi Dong felt a bit helpless as he rubbed against her; she stopped scrubbing and looked down at him.

The little guy was looking up at her with an innocent expression, a few strands of fine, soft hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes like Black Grapes filled with the look of "I didn't do anything."

Bibi Dong sighed.

She shifted his position slightly and continued to scrub his back.

But before long, Luo Dong began to act up again.

This time, he didn't just rub against her, he also...

Bibi Dong paused again, looking down at that mischievous little claw, a faint blush creeping across her face.

Prying his little hand away, her voice carried a hint of helpless amusement: "Not allowed."

Luo Dong tilted his little face up, looking completely innocent: "But it feels... so fun..."

"Still not allowed." Bibi Dong pressed his little hand back to his side and hurried to finish washing him.

Then, after a quick wash herself, she scooped him up and stepped out of the tub.

She wrapped Luo Dong from head to toe in a dry towel, dried him off, changed him into clean pajamas, and sat him down on the bed.

After his bath, Luo Dong looked clean and fair, a faint, fresh fragrance radiating from his body.

Sitting on the bed, his two short legs stretched out straight, he looked up at Bibi Dong and smiled.

Seeing him looking so clean and tidy, the lingering sense of helplessness from being pawed at earlier vanished into thin air.

She sat on the edge of the bed, loosened her collar, and pulled Luo Dong onto her lap.

Luo Dong immediately leaned in.

The sweet milk, mixed with the warm energy of the Soul Power Liquid, slid down his throat as his Flawless Body automatically activated, breaking down and absorbing every trace of nutrition.

Bibi Dong looked down at him, gently patting his back, and began to hum that wordless melody again, quite unconsciously.

Full and satisfied, Luo Dong let out a milky burp, but unlike usual, he didn't fall asleep right away.

He was still full of energy.

He rolled over from Bibi Dong's lap, sprawled onto the bed, then crawled back using his hands and feet, resting his head on her lap as he lay on his back.

He reached out his little hand.

Clearly, he hadn't had enough fun in the tub just yet.

"Mama, why is it so soft?"

Luo Dong squeezed, studying it with a curious expression, as if he were examining some novel toy.

Bibi Dong was left between laughter and tears by his antics.

She pulled her collar shut, caught his mischievous little hand, and gave his palm a gentle squeeze: "I said no grabbing."

Luo Dong let out a laugh, pulled his hand back, and then reached out again.

This time he didn't grab; he switched to a gentle poke, sneaking glances at Bibi Dong's expression as he did so, his little face full of playful smiles.

The mother and son messed around on the bed like this for quite a while.

In the end, Bibi Dong truly couldn't do anything about him, so she picked him up and planted a kiss on his soft belly.

Luo Dong giggled at the kiss, and only after he was tired from laughing did he finally yawn, his eyelids beginning to droop.

After patting him gently for a while longer, Luo Dong fell into a deep sleep.

With his little face buried in Bibi Dong's embrace, Bibi Dong laid him down on the bed, covered him with the Small Blanket, and tucked in the corners.