Convinced Bibi Dong

Dai Chengfeng looked at the anger churning in Bibi Dong's purple eyes and knew full well that, before the Pope Your Majesty in her great anger, any verbal explanation would seem pale and powerless.

He steeled his heart and no longer tried to defend himself. Instead, he seized the instant after Bibi Dong had removed her disguise, when her breath had yet to settle and her guard had loosened slightly...

His hands wrapped around her slender yet powerful waist, and he lowered his head and kissed her.

"Mmph—!"

Caught off guard, Bibi Dong's lips were sealed by this sudden attack, and she let out a short, muffled groan.

She was still furious, and by instinct she tried to raise her Soul Power to shake Dai Chengfeng away.

But Dai Chengfeng held her extremely tightly. With only a slight suck, he forcibly pressed down the Soul Power she had just been about to raise.

"Dai... mmph... let go!"

Bibi Dong was both angry and anxious. She turned her head aside to avoid his kiss, her voice carrying suppressed anger and a barely perceptible gasp. "Don't think you can use this kind of trick to change the subject!"

"I'm asking you, what exactly is going on between you and Liu Erlong?!"

Dai Chengfeng, however, acted as if he had heard nothing. One hand still locked firmly around her waist, while the other stroked her cheek, his thumb rubbing over her slightly red skin from her anger. He lowered his head again and, brooking no argument, covered her lips once more, swallowing all her questioning.

This kiss was deeper, more Entwining.

Bibi Dong was kissed until her breathing fell into disorder, and an strange, tingling numbness actually rose uncontrollably from deep within her body.

Noble as the Pope, her majesty could not be