A Woman's Heart is Like a Needle at the Bottom of the Sea! What a Teasing Bad Guy!

"Mother, can I make any request I want?"

Lin Tian leaned in toward Bibi Dong, his youthful face wearing a mischievous smirk as if his scheme had already succeeded.

"Lin Tian, don't you dare make any outrageous requests! I have to wake up early tomorrow to handle state affairs at the Pope Palace; you can't wear me out tonight."

Bibi Dong's face flushed crimson, and even her ears, hidden beneath her wine-red hair, turned bright red at that moment.

Lin Tian gazed at the snow-white, swan-like neck of his Pope mother, a flicker of longing surfacing in his eyes.

However, he knew he had to remain cautious until he possessed enough strength to truly conquer Her Holiness the Pope.

A woman's heart is as deep as the ocean floor.

If he said the wrong thing or made a single mistake, he might just scare this beautiful Pope away.

If that happened, he would be the one suffering the greatest loss!

"Mother, you have cared for me so tenderly for all these years. I want to give you a kiss—may I?"

Lin Tian took the initiative to take the Pope mother's hands in his own, then stood before her with a well-behaved, earnest expression on his youthful face.

"Lin Tian, you want to kiss Mother? Just a kiss, is that all?"

Lin Tian's request caught Bibi Dong off guard; she had expected him to ask for something far more excessive!

Unexpectedly, it was only a simple kiss. While Bibi Dong felt a sense of relief, a trace of disappointment also flickered in her heart.

Could it be that she had lost her charm?

This child she had raised with such care only wanted a kiss and had no other thoughts?

Still, perhaps this was for the best. The Spirit Hall was full of gossiping tongues; if word got out that she was "an old cow grazing on tender grass," it would be impossible to explain!

"Very well, Lin Tian. You may come and give Mother a kiss."

The Pope mother had agreed to his request!

Lin Tian hadn't expected the Pope mother to actually consent to such a bold demand, and he was thrilled!

Had he known the Pope mother was so easy to talk to, he should have asked for something even more excessive.

Something like cuddling while sleeping, or perhaps riding a spider...

But those were thoughts for another time; he would have plenty of opportunities in the future.

Once he received the consent of Her Holiness, Lin Tian slowly stepped forward and pressed his lips against Bibi Dong's cheek.

Though it was only a light peck, Lin Tian could still feel the delicacy and elasticity of Her Holiness's skin.

The rich scent of gardenias, mixed with the Pope's unique natural fragrance, drifted into Lin Tian's nostrils—it was intoxicatingly sweet...

Perhaps wanting to provoke the Pope further, Lin Tian moved his mouth toward her earlobe and whispered softly:

"Mother, from today on, you are mine! I have left my mark upon your ear; no one will ever be able to take you away from me."

Before Lin Tian could finish his sentence, Bibi Dong, startled by the sensation on her earlobe, tried to turn and escape.

But the moment she turned, Lin Tian moved faster, sealing her full, red lips with his own.

Once a lamb enters the wolf's den, it shouldn't expect to leave without losing a bit of flesh.

Bibi Dong, her lips captured by Lin Tian, widened her eyes in disbelief as it all unfolded.

She had been forcibly kissed, and the one kissing her was the little boy she had picked up from the back mountains of the Spirit Hall nine years ago.

She never imagined that such a cliché scene from a book would actually happen to her.

For a moment, Bibi Dong was at a complete loss.

After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Lin Tian finally released her lips amidst the Pope mother's protests.

"Mother Pope, forgive my rudeness, but the scent of gardenias on you is simply too wonderful!"

Lin Tian lifted his little head, his youthful voice echoing in Bibi Dong's ear, and his words only caused a deeper blush to bloom on her beautiful face.

This little one really dared to say anything!

She was his mother in name, and although they shared no blood relation, they had always addressed each other as mother and son within the Spirit Hall.

If anyone else heard this, their jaws would surely drop.

Seeing Lin Tian becoming increasingly bold, Bibi Dong couldn't help but lift her arm, her slender, fair fingers tapping lightly on his head.

"You little rascal, what nonsense are you spouting? Remember, I am the master within the Spirit Hall. Little rascal, do you understand?"

Seeing those slender fingers extended toward him, Lin Tian didn't hesitate; he opened his mouth and bit down on the Pope mother's finger.

He then began to rub his small teeth against her delicate finger, quickly causing Bibi Dong's face to flush red once more.

This little one truly knew how to tease a woman.

When he grew up, who knew how many girls across the entire Douluo Continent would be captivated by him.

One had to admit, this boy certainly had his ways.

Seeing Lin Tian biting her finger and refusing to let go, Bibi Dong's expression remained unchanged, showing no signs of displeasure.

If anyone else dared to be so flirtatious with her, the stunning Pope would likely have flown into a rage on the spot.

But Lin Tian was different; in this little fellow's eyes, there was only ever her.

What's more, this little guy had already decided to head out for training just to protect her.

This persistence made the gaze Bibi Dong cast upon Lin Tian soften considerably.

Following this, Bibi Dong withdrew her finger from Lin Tian's mouth, her rose-colored eyes sweeping over the tooth marks left on her skin, yet she felt no anger at all.

On the contrary, her heart was filled with a faint sense of joy at this moment.

With this little fellow so infatuated with her, once he truly grew into a master Soul Master, he would inevitably become a sharp blade for her to unify the Douluo Continent.

Twin martial souls, innate full soul power, and personal guidance in soul power cultivation from the seven elders of the Consecration Hall.

Looking at it this way, this boy's future achievements would certainly not be lower than her own.

It was highly probable that he would become the youngest Titled Douluo in the history of the Douluo Continent, and perhaps even ascending to godhood was a distinct possibility.

Good child, Mother will truly have to rely on you in the future!

Bibi Dong thought to herself, then reached out to pull Lin Tian into her embrace, pressing her proud bosom tightly against his face, leaving him in a state of sweet agony.

A moment later, Bibi Dong leaned down and whispered softly into Lin Tian's ear, her words laced with a hint of seduction.

"You are quite the little man with a sense of chivalry. As long as you work hard to cultivate and grow stronger, I shall belong to you alone!"

Listening to the murmurs of his mother, the Pope, Lin Tian's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

"Mother, please rest assured. I will definitely grow stronger as quickly as possible; by then, you will belong only to me!"

Having said this, Lin Tian shook his head and rubbed against Bibi Dong's chest again and again. It had to be said, this woman, brimming with the charm of a young matron, smelled absolutely divine!