The Pope Begs for Mercy in Her Dreams, a Brawl Erupts Outside the Door!

Morning.

The first ray of sunlight pierced through the lattice windows of Maple Dye Pavilion, casting mottled shadows across the mirror-smooth floor.

The room was filled with the lingering, sensual scent of a night of fierce passion.

By the bed, on the carpet, and even in the corners around the tables and chairs, scraps of shredded clothing lay scattered everywhere.

Black lace, purple skirts, and torn fragments silently testified to just how intense last night's battle had been.

Lin Feng's eyelids twitched as he slowly opened his eyes.

He wanted to stretch, only to discover that he could not move.

One smooth, warm, long leg lay domineeringly across his waist, while the other was tightly wrapped around his calf, locking him in place like an octopus.

Lin Feng turned his head.

What entered his view was Bibi Dong's breathtakingly beautiful sleeping face.

At this moment, she had shed all the majesty and dominance of an empress. Her long lashes rested quietly like butterfly wings, and there was even a faint, satisfied smile at the corners of her lips.

Yet her slightly furrowed brows seemed to show that even her dreams were far from peaceful.

The only thing left on her body was that pair of Eternal Black Silk, gleaming faintly beneath the light.

Who knew how many times this divine artifact produced by the system had been torn apart by Lin Feng last night, only to stubbornly repair itself again and again? In the end, it had somehow survived.

Lin Feng looked at the black silk hugging those breathtaking curves and unconsciously reached out to stroke it.

Mm, as expected of something made by the system. The feel was truly exceptional.

Perhaps sensing his movement, Bibi Dong let out a soft whimper in her sleep. Her body instinctively curled up