Soul Land—Chapter 142: Invitation, good luck!
Beneath the nightgown, her high breasts gently rose and fell with her breathing. Her slender waist was barely a handful, and together with her perky, full hips, they outlined a perfect curve.
The normally majestic and aloof Pope, who was high above others, now displayed such a soft and moving side.
Under the stark contrast, even Ling Qianyao couldn't help but swallow. After taking another look, he forced his gaze away.
Bibi Dong noticed Ling Qianyao's unusual reaction, and the corner of her mouth curved slightly upwards. She slowly came to the bed, leaned against the headboard, and softly said,
"What's wrong? Does me being like this make you feel unfamiliar?"
Before Ling Qianyao could speak, Bibi Dong first raised her hand and tidied the loose strands of hair beside her ear.
"Qianyao, do you know, the reason I usually present myself as the Pope, appearing majestic and aloof, is simply because the position of Pope requires it.
Now, I am merely in my bedchamber. There is no 'Pope' here. Is there any need to wear that Pope's robe?"
Bibi Dong's gaze softened. She gently patted the spot beside her, "Come and sit. Keep me company and talk."
Ling Qianyao hesitated for a moment, then finally got up and walked to the bed to sit down.
?!
As soon as he sat down, Bibi Dong's pair of jade legs were skillfully placed on his thighs. The fragrance from her recent bath, mixed with flower petals and her body's natural scent, drifted into his nostrils like threads of silk.
Both their bodies stiffened simultaneously.
Bibi Dong suppressed the surging, unusual emotions within her heart. She had only intended to use this ambiguous gesture to tease Ling Qianyao's heartstrings.
But perhaps because she had just come out of the bath, her body was very sensitive. The moment their skin touched, a jolt of excitement, like an electric current, spread throughout her entire body.
If she hadn't suppressed it, she would have trembled with excitement.
She said in a low voice, "Yesterday, you purified the rakshasa evil thought for me, which made me feel exceptionally comfortable. I fell asleep without even realizing it.
Yesterday's sleep was arguably the most peaceful and sweetest I've had in recent years.
Since I fall into a deep sleep after treatment, why not make better preparations from the start?
Are you suggesting I should sleep in my Pope's robe? Although you covered me with the blanket yesterday, changing clothes is probably not something you should meddle with."
Ling Qianyao was silent for a moment. "Your Majesty had prior considerations, so there is no issue. Since Your Majesty intends this, then please cover yourself with the blanket first, so I can begin the treatment."
Bibi Dong's eyes flickered, she nodded slightly, and pulled the blanket to cover her delicate body somewhat. But whether intentional or not, her pair of jade legs remained resting on Ling Qianyao, and the thin blanket on her upper body only barely covered the key areas.
Her fair skin was faintly visible, emitting an alluring glow under the light of the soul guiding device.
Her red lips parted slightly, her voice carrying a hint of laziness and charm: "Qianyao, you may begin. Also, I am usually quite tired. While you treat me, please also massage my legs and feet."
Bibi Dong swayed her jade legs, her exquisite ankles gently moving before Ling Qianyao's eyes, seemingly carrying endless temptation.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Seeing this, Ling Qianyao composed himself. Pure Star Power slowly flowed out from his fingertips. His fingers gently rested on her calf, beginning to massage her, while the Star Power moved upwards, entering her mind.
Wherever it went, the Star Power was like a warm spring breeze, dispelling the fatigue and soreness in her legs.
Immediately after, a sense of clarity returned to her mind, with comfort simultaneously transmitted to her from both areas of her body.
This comfort caused Bibi Dong's body to tremble slightly, uncontrollably.
Her eyelashes fluttered like restless butterfly wings, and a seductive blush appeared on her cheeks.
Her breathing quickened slightly, and she let out faint moans.
The sound carried a hint of excitement and desire, as if long-suppressed emotions had found an outlet at this moment.
He looked towards the head of the bed.
However, Bibi Dong had already completely buried her face in the thin blanket. Ling Qianyao could not see her expression, and faint whimpers came through the blanket.
"Don't..."
So Ling Qianyao sped up the delivery of Star Power, and his massage technique became more skilled and gentle.
The comfort brought by the purification of the rakshasa's evil thought, combined with the tingling sensation in her feet.
Covered by the blanket, she bit her lower lip tightly, her cheeks burning hot, suppressing the shyness and complex emotions in her heart.
It made Bibi Dong's body and mind immersed in an unspeakable comfort.
Simply put, she was feeling good, to the point of dizziness.
After an unknown amount of time, today's treatment finally came to an end. Ling Qianyao tucked the blanket around the already sleeping Bibi Dong. He stood by the bed, quietly watching Bibi Dong's sleeping face for a while, sighed softly, and turned to leave.
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In the evening, Ling Qianyao and Zhu Zhuqing watched Qian Renxue, who was flustered and busy in the kitchen, with smiles on their faces.
The normally cool and elegant Qian Renxue, now wearing an apron, had completely lost her usual composure.
Holding a kitchen knife, she stared at the ingredients on the cutting board with a confused look. The vegetables she cut were uneven in size and oddly shaped.
Flames danced wildly on the stove. She frantically stir-fried, and oil occasionally splattered from the pot, scaring her into retreating repeatedly.
"Pfft--" Zhu Zhuqing covered the corner of her mouth, finally unable to hold back a light laugh. She walked to Qian Renxue's side and asked, "Do you need help, Sister Xue?"
A hint of embarrassment flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes, and she said with a slightly awkward expression, "It's this stove and the vegetables being disobedient; it's not that I don't know how to cook."
"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Zhu Zhuqing smiled and took the spatula from Qian Renxue's hand, cleaning up the scene that looked like a crime scene. "Shall I take over?"
"Alright..."
Qian Renxue reluctantly took two steps back, picked up the dish of fried eggs placed nearby, and hummed, "At least I can fry eggs now. That's a big improvement. Just wait until I make a comeback."
She placed the dish on the dining table.
Just then, a clear, cold voice came from outside the house, "May I come in?"
Qian Renxue's body stiffened. Her proud expression instantly vanished, and a trace of panic and disbelief flashed in her eyes. She quickly turned to look at the door.
Ling Qianyao slowly walked to her side. "We are all here."
She suddenly bit her lip, rushed there, and opened the door.
"Xiao Xue."
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted, and she said tremblingly, "You, what did you call me?"
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Renxue. After her soul was repaired, she had gained more information. At this moment, she had no psychological burden about what she was about to do.
(Refer to the previous book's setting, Qian Renxue's background has been slightly changed.)
"Xiao Xue, I'm sorry."
Qian Renxue pursed her lips and moved aside to let her in.
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At midnight, Ling Qianyao once again performed Astrology. The astrological sign: Great Auspicious.
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