Before she could speak, Su Yu's other hand had already quietly settled on her slender waist, narrow enough to encircle with one hand.
Through the fabric of her papal robes, his warm fingertips gently stroked her waist twice.
Then that hand slid down, coming to rest on her long thigh.
Su Yu's voice grew low and hoarse, carrying desire that had been suppressed for a long time.
He leaned forward slightly, his hot breath spilling against Bibi Dong's sensitive ear.
His deep eyes held her gaze tightly, as though he wanted to swallow her whole.
Bibi Dong shuddered sharply, a tingling current instantly spreading from her thigh throughout her body.
Her exquisitely beautiful face, usually so noble and cool, was already stained with an intoxicating blush, and even her long, swanlike neck had taken on a faint pink hue.
"You... you scoundrel..."
She bit her luscious red lip, her voice so soft it seemed it could drip water. Where was even a trace of the Pope's authority?
She instinctively tried to press her legs together, but Su Yu's palm held her firmly in place, leaving her unable to move.
"It's still daytime! What if..."
She cast a flustered glance at the tightly closed hall doors, her eyes filled with embarrassment and nervousness.
"There is no what if."
Su Yu chuckled, lowering his head to seal her slightly parted red lips and stop all her unfinished words.
The air inside Pope Hall seemed to thicken at that moment, leaving only the mingled sounds of their breathing.
Night fell, and the candlelight in Pope Hall flickered, stretching their shadows across the wall in a tangled embrace.
The air was thick with the scent of hormones, a frenzy that belonged to them alone.
Like a lazy cat, Bibi Dong nestled without reserve