Kissing, Yue Guan's Report

Bibi Dong turned her head slightly, avoiding Dai Chengfeng's burning gaze.

Moonlight slanted in through the window, casting a hazy glow across her stunning profile. Her long eyelashes left a small patch of shadow beneath her lids, trembling as she blinked softly.

Instinctively, she thought of what the Rakshasa God had told her before.

"If you want to continue completing the divine trials, you must thoroughly..."

Although she had already made her decision and was preparing for it.

At this moment, when Dai Chengfeng's warm palm held her ankle, when his familiar scent surrounded her, Bibi Dong still felt a wave of uncontrollable panic.

She was the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, an existence above tens of thousands, a powerful figure who killed and decided without hesitation.

But in front of Dai Chengfeng, she always unconsciously shed that hard shell, revealing the real her beneath—one who could feel uneasy, and shy as well.

The feeling was both unfamiliar and frightening.

Dai Chengfeng watched her quietly, his gaze lingering for a moment on her faintly reddened auricle.

He let out a low laugh.

"Teacher," he called softly, a hint of teasing in his voice, "what are you thinking about?"

Bibi Dong did not answer. Only the contour of her profile appeared even softer beneath the moonlight.

She felt Dai Chengfeng's breathing draw closer and closer, his warm breath spilling over the sensitive skin of her neck, making her tremble softly despite herself.

The next second, a gentle kiss fell on the side of her neck.

The kiss was very light at first, as if testing, and as if soothing.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the bedsheet beneath her.

But she did not push him away, nor did she pretend to scold him sternly as she usually