Bibi Dong Acting Coquettish

At that moment, as if sensing Dai Chengfeng's gaze, Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

When she first woke, those deep purple eyes were still veiled in a thin mist, carrying a hint of laziness and daze rarely seen in her usual self.

"What time is it?"

Her voice carried the hoarseness of morning, adding a few more touches of alluring charm.

Dai Chengfeng leaned in, his fingertips brushing over her warm cheek. "A quarter past seven."

"It's time for you to get up and prepare for court, my Pope Your Majesty."

But Bibi Dong was like a cat greedy for warmth. Not only did she not get up, she burrowed even deeper into his arms, her cheek pressed against his solid chest. Her muffled voice came through, carrying an obvious coquettish tone:

"I don't want to go."

Dai Chengfeng laughed despite himself, his chest trembling slightly with amusement, while his fingers still lingered fondly through her hair.

"Oh? The dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Your Majesty Bibi Dong, whose might shakes the continent, is going on strike?"

"Just for one day."

She finally lifted her face, a rare willful light showing in her eyes, making her look very much like a girl just awakening to love.

"Consider it a celebration of your victory. I want to walk the streets with you again, like ordinary people."

This rarely seen delicate manner made Dai Chengfeng's heart soften completely.

"All right."

He bent down and planted a kiss as light as a feather on her smooth forehead.

"We'll do as you say. But..."

He paused, his fingertip tapping the tip of her nose lightly. "Your face is far too eye-catching. If you went out onto the street like this, I'm afraid the whole of Spirit