...
Xuan Hao did not hesitate or speak, remaining kneeling but moving his knees flexibly on the ground.
"Slurp—"
He knelt there and slid all the way to the steps of the papal chair, then carefully reached out his hand, tentatively reaching towards Bibi Dong's dangling leg.
However--
"Bang!"
Before his hand even touched the fabric, Bibi Dong didn't even lift her eyelids.
Just as the high-heeled foot was about to be touched, she seemingly casually kicked it.
A gentle yet irresistible surge of soul power erupted instantly.
Xuan Hao was kicked like a ball, rolling twice on the ground before returning to his kneeling position.
Bibi Dong continued looking at the file in her hand, as if nothing had happened.
Xuan Hao was not discouraged. He did not cry out in pain or complain.
He silently got up, patted off non-existent dust from his shoulders, and then put on a wronged expression that said, "This disciple knows his mistake, this disciple only wants to fulfill his filial duty."
The knee moved again.
He moved closer again and reached out his hand.
"Bang!"
Another kick. This time it was a little lighter than before, but it still kicked him away without any mercy.
Xuan Hao rolled back to the same spot again.
He took a deep breath, his face showing no resentment, only deep remorse and filial piety.
He moved over for the third time.
This time, he slowed down the speed at which he reached out his hand, as if he were testing the waters, or perhaps waiting for the final verdict.
His heart leaped into his throat when his fingertips touched the cool, silky fabric of the robe.
One second, two seconds...
The expected third kick did not come.
Bibi Dong continued looking at the file in her hand, her expression indifferent, but her leg remained still, allowing Xuan Hao's hand to cover it.
call...
Xuan Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
I cleared the game!
He dared not delay, immediately employing his precise, micrometer-level control of force, and skillfully began massaging Bibi Dong's acupoints on her calves through her clothes.
The pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, relieving fatigue without causing discomfort.
This was a unique skill he had honed over many years in the Spirit Hall – the "Hand to Make Master Happy" technique.
Although Bibi Dong's face remained icy, her tense body relaxed slightly under Xuan Hao's massage.
Inside the main hall, silence returned, broken only by the familiar rustling sound and the occasional soft massage noise.
As time went by, Bibi Dong finished processing a batch of files, stretched her slightly sore waist, and then naturally changed her posture.
The long, slender leg that had been crossed over was lowered, and the other leg was gracefully raised.
Xuan Hao understood immediately, and with an extremely smooth movement, he shrank into the large, heavy desk.
The dim light here is his "absolute territory".
Looking at the exquisite high heels that encased her jade-like feet, Xuan Hao gritted his teeth and thought, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub, and you can't appease your mother without losing face."
He decided to go all in.
His hands moved with the agility of a fish, silently unfastening the shoe buckle and taking off the obstructive high heel.
Bibi Dong's arches tensed up for a moment.
Clearly, being stripped of her shoes and having her feet massaged under the desk representing supreme power in such a solemn and majestic papal palace was a rather...stimulating and bizarre experience for her.
Although this kid had done this before, it was always in the bedroom, when she had just finished bathing and he had come to apologize for causing trouble.
It was a "special service" in a private space.
In broad daylight...
But before she could react, Xuan Hao's warm fingers had already precisely pressed the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot.
A tingling warmth instantly spread from the soles of my feet throughout my body.
Comfortable.
Bibi Dong's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she paused for a moment before continuing to write, having already decided on this somewhat "out of line" form of service.
...
The midday sun shone brightly through the stained glass windows, casting dappled patterns inside the hall.
Bibi Dong closed the last memorial, neatly stacked it aside, and let out a long sigh of relief.
The long hours of desk work had made her body a little stiff.
She subconsciously leaned back, stretched, and put her legs down, trying to straighten them and relax.
However--
"Thump."
Instead of stepping on a hard floor, my feet landed on something soft and furry.
Bibi Dong was taken aback and looked down.
Through the gap in the desk, she could see her bare foot firmly planted on Xuan Hao's silver head.
The boy's hair was dented from being stepped on, making him look somewhat comical.
The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.
Bibi Dong's toes twitched awkwardly.
But as the Pope, she would never admit to making a mistake.
So, without changing her expression, she even stepped on the silver head with a little force, and then casually withdrew her leg.
Xuan Hao: "..."
He dared not move, much less cry out, and could only silently endure this "heavy love".
Only when Bibi Dong withdrew her foot did he feel as if he had been granted a pardon.
He hurriedly and clumsily picked up the high heels from the ground, helped her put them on, and fastened the buckles, his movements as fast as if he were defusing a bomb.
Immediately afterwards, with a smooth tactical backflip, he "rolled" out from under the table, quickly adjusted his posture, and returned to the kneeling position he had initially been in.
He lowered his head and looked meekly, his hands resting on his knees.
"call..."
Bibi Dong straightened her skirt and looked at the obedient disciple below her.
The nameless anger in her heart had already subsided by more than half.
But that doesn't mean she intends to let him off the hook.
"how?"
Bibi Dong spoke coldly, breaking the silence, her tone carrying a hint of mockery and scrutiny:
"Have you had enough of being out and about?"
"Are you blinded by the prosperity of Tiandou City and don't want to come back?"
No! Absolutely not!
Xuan Hao shook his head vigorously, his face full of sincerity:
"This disciple misses Master every moment!
This disciple dreams of returning to serve Master!"
"Want to come back?"
Bibi Dong chuckled, leaning forward slightly to look down at him:
"Then why did you run?
Did I need to send two Title Douluos to invite you?"
"Disciple...disciple is afraid."
Xuan Hao shrank his neck and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "This disciple lost Master's treasure.
I'm afraid Master will be angry and I'm afraid Master will beat me to death, so... I dare not come back."
"Afraid?"
Bibi Dong seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes:
"Is there anything in this world that you, Xuan Hao, wouldn't dare to do?"
"He was a little tyrant at the Martial Soul Academy, dared to bargain with the Pope, and even destroyed two of my 100,000-year soul rings and soul bones!"
"Even Tang Hao back then didn't have your guts!"
Xuan Hao lowered his head even further, staring intently at the pattern on the floor, without uttering a sound.
At this point, anything I say will be wrong.
The main premise is "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water."
As long as I don't speak, it means I'm wrong, but I'll do it again next time.
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