After arranging a training plan for Ning Rongrong and the others, Su Yu headed to Pope Hall.
He pushed open the doors. The lighting inside lent the hall a solemn air, and Bibi Dong sat on the papal throne on the dais.
She propped her forehead on one hand, holding a pen in the other as she wrote ceaselessly on the documents.
Su Yu softened his footsteps and quietly approached her from behind. Before she could react, he bent down and swept her into his arms.
The sudden sensation of weightlessness made Bibi Dong's heart skip, and the pen in her hand clattered onto the desk.
She instinctively reached up to wrap her arms around Su Yu's neck, a trace of reproach appearing in her eyes as she looked up at him:
"Stop fooling around."
The corners of Su Yu's lips lifted slightly. Holding her, he sat back down on the papal throne and settled Bibi Dong on his lap:
"Dong'er, you've been handling official business for so long. It's time you took a break."
He reached for the documents on the desk, casually flipped through a couple of pages, then put them back.
He gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin in the hollow of her shoulder as his voice softened:
"Dong'er, did you miss me?"
His intimate pose brought a faint blush to Bibi Dong's ears, but she did not push him away.
She raised a hand to tuck the loose strands at her temple behind her ear, her fingertips inadvertently brushing her burning ear as she spoke with coy reproach:
"We only parted this morning. It's barely been any time, and you're already saying things like that."
Su Yu chuckled, his warm breath brushing the side of her neck. Tilting his head