Bathing

Dai Chengfeng held her ankle and lifted that small foot, luminous white as jade. Morning light slanted in through the window lattice onto her delicate skin, and droplets slid down the graceful arch of her foot, refracting into shattered rainbow glimmers in the halo.

Her foot was long, slender, and beautifully shaped, the line of her arch flowing like a new moon. Her five toes were round and full, her nails trimmed neatly, tinged with a faint pink flush, like flower petals just beginning to bloom.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Dai Chengfeng said nothing. He only lowered his head, pressed his thumb lightly against the sole of her foot, then slowly stroked along the curve of her arch.

His movements were extremely gentle, yet carried a certain focus.

Bibi Dong's sole tickled, and she could not help drawing her foot back, but he held it even tighter.

That delicate sensation came from the bottom of her foot, making her ear roots heat slightly. She could not help scolding softly, "You... be a little gentler."

Hearing this, Dai Chengfeng gave a low laugh. His fingers slowly traced the perfect curve of her arch, the droplets crushed into fine shards of light between his knuckles.

"All right, all right..."

"But Pope Your Majesty's feet really are beautiful."

Under his intent gaze, Bibi Dong's ear tips grew faintly warm. She could not help trying to pull her foot back, but Dai Chengfeng firmly supported her ankle, leaving her unable to move.

She gave a soft snort, a bit of disdain entering her tone, while a hint of teasing flashed through her purple eyes.

"You..."

"You just have a bit of a special hobby, don't you?"

Hearing that, Dai Chengfeng lifted his head,