As a dignified Pope of the Spirit Hall, when had she ever suffered such humiliation? The feeling of being held in the palm of a hand and played with, or even treated like a rare delicacy, made her feel extreme shyness while a strange, uncontrollable rush of heat welled up in the depths of the Water-Curtain Cave.
For a long time, until that jade foot was stained with crystalline moisture, Bai Qinchen finally raised his head as if still unsatisfied.
He looked at Bibi Dong, who had long since been too shy to look anyone in the eye, the corners of his lips curling into an evil, wanton arc as he teased, "Dirty? There is not a single inch of Her Majesty's entire body that isn't fragrant! Where does the word 'dirty' come from?"
As he spoke, his gaze moved downward, landing on the place that had already flooded into a disaster area, the amusement in the depths of his eyes deepening by a fraction. "It seems Her Majesty couldn't wait any longer."
"You're talking nonsense!" Bibi Dong subconsciously retorted, but her trembling voice lacked any conviction."Am I talking nonsense? Why don't we try and find out?"
Bai Qinchen chuckled lightly, leaving her no chance to catch her breath.
Supporting the baguette, which was already poised and radiating a scorching temperature, he pressed it with absolute precision against the slightly parted Water-Curtain Cave that was continually spitting out magma.
The instant the blazing touch pressed against that softness, Bibi Dong's pupils constricted and her body instinctively tensed up. "No, no!"
She reached out in a fluster to press against Bai Qinchen's chest, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness as she shouted incoherently, "I-I didn't ask you to do this! That's not what I meant just now-mmph!"
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