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Xuan Hao patted Hu Liena on the head, left with the words "I know," and then disappeared from the training ground again.
The Papal Palace remained as solemn and dignified as ever, and as deserted as ever.
Instead of using the main entrance, Xuan Hao used his keen sense of elemental perception to control spatial fluctuations and slipped in silently from an open-air balcony in the back hall.
Inside the Hall of State Affairs, Bibidon, dressed in a dark purple papal robe and wearing a nine-curved purple-gold crown, was holding a quill pen and reviewing the files submitted by the various cities under the papacy.
Sunlight streamed in through the tall French windows, but it couldn't dispel the lingering gloom between her brows.
"Whoosh."
A faint sound of wind breaking through the air echoed in the empty hall.
How sharp are Bibi Dong's senses as a level 99 Peerless Douluo?
She instantly sensed someone burst into within ten steps of her, her face suddenly darkened, and a hint of violent killing intent flashed in her eyes.
"How dare you! Who gave you permission—"
Before she could finish her stern and furious rebuke, she froze instantly when she saw the lazy, silver-haired man's smiling face.
Bibi Dong's gaze became unusually complex in an instant.
There was shock, grievance, and relief, but more than anything, there was an almost instinctive withdrawal.
In the end, she forcefully suppressed all her emotions, lowered her head again, and focused her gaze back on the words in the file before her, her tone cold and devoid of any warmth:
"Why are you back?"
Xuan Hao didn't say anything, but simply walked over slowly.
The combat boots made a rhythmic, soft sound as they stepped on the mirror-like floor, clearly audible in the quiet Hall of State Affairs.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Bibi Dong's fingers gripping the quill pen tightened slightly without her noticing, and even her breathing became irregular.
The words that bastard said to her in the back hall two years ago were like a fire, burning her with torment for the past two years.
Xuan Hao walked up behind her.
Without any unnecessary movements, he stretched out his hands, which radiated warmth and vitality, and placed them steadily on Bibi Dong's thin shoulders, skillfully massaging them for her.
"you--"
Bibi Dong's body tensed up the moment they made contact, her level 99 soul power instinctively wanting to erupt and shatter this bastard who dared to offend the Pope's dignity.
"Don't move, your shoulders are too stiff, relax."
Bibi Dong bit her lower lip, and the soul power that almost overturned the table finally subsided.
Under Xuan Hao's gentle yet firm kneading, her muscles, which had become stiff from extreme anxiety over the past six months, miraculously began to relax.
What are your thoughts?
While massaging her rounded shoulders, Xuan Hao asked casually.
Bibi Dong's quill pen left a jet-black ink mark on the file. She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, and slowly closed her eyes:
"Forget it, Xuanhao."
"Why?" Xuan Hao didn't stop moving.
"It's too late."
Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair, her voice filled with a deep weariness and deathly stillness.
"My life was ruined twenty years ago. I am now the successor of the Rakshasa God, and my soul has long since rotted in the dark abyss. You are still young, you have an immeasurable future, there is no need to go through all this trouble for a dead man."
"Late? How late?"
Xuan Hao chuckled, slightly increasing the pressure on his hand.
"You're still alive, and so am I. As long as a person isn't completely dead, it's never too late."
He leaned down slightly, his warm breath brushing directly against Bibi Dong's sensitive earlobe:
"I told you this when I left last time. I won't leave you alone. Whether you want to stay in the darkness of the past or try to move on, I will be with you."
"Even if you reject me now, or even kick me out of Wuhun City tomorrow, I will still shamelessly stick to you. I never think about the big picture when I do things, and I will never leave."
"What I set my sights on, I will definitely get my hands on. You are no exception."
Bibi Dong's expression was extremely complicated. She suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head and stared intently into Xuan Hao's eyes:
"But I can't do it! I can't accept it! I can't accept my own past, and I can't accept a man who is two generations younger than me looking at me with these eyes!"
"I can wait."
Xuan Hao met her fierce, almost collapsing gaze with a calm expression, showing no sign of backing down.
"I can stay with you, for a day, a month, a year, until you can completely accept it."
"But you remember this: you can't accept anyone else. No one but me."
"I have a bad temper, but I can't bear to hurt you. But that's all I mean—I won't hurt you. As for the others…"
"Anyone who dares to extend their hand in front of you, anyone who dares to look at you twice, is no longer on my radar."
Bibi Dong felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Faced with this stubborn, monstrous, and utterly illogical bastard, her cunning and cunning were utterly useless.
She turned around angrily and questioned, "Xuanhao, you have so many young girls chasing after you, and every single one of them is devoted to you.
Why do you insist on focusing on me, a woman covered in filth?!"
Xuan Hao lowered his head. "Because you are you, and they are them. In my eyes, there is no substitution between the two."
"I have never been a rational person. I am a thug completely driven by emotions and desires.
So-called profit maximization and value exchange are not within my consideration. I am too lazy to think about those empty things."
"I want you, that's the only reason."
Xuanhao's hand gently stroked the few stray strands of hair beneath her nine-curved purple-gold crown:
"Moreover, I can assure you that you are not actually averse to my getting close at all.
You are just unable to accept your past self and are punishing yourself."
"I'm not in a hurry. I can wait. I can do everything I can until you are willing to open your heart and accept me completely."
Bibi Dong was so angry at the almost slip of the tongue that she laughed. Her cold and aloof facade was instantly torn open.
"But have you ever thought about..."
Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at him with a cold smile.
"I'm not some kind of virtuous and gentle person. I'm also someone with an insatiable possessiveness. If you insist on having me, then I will definitely want to possess you exclusively.
Do you think something terrible will happen to your carefully constructed little harem outside if that day really comes?"
"That's the question I need to consider."
Xuan Hao raised an eyebrow dismissively. "If I can't even manage my own woman, and in the end I get killed by you all because of an unequal distribution of spoils, then it's because I'm not strong enough and deserve to die."
Bibi Dong's expression was complicated, and she was about to retort, "You're simply—"
However, she hadn't finished speaking.
Xuan Hao lowered his head and kissed him fiercely.
"Ugh—!"
Bibi Dong was struck dumb, her mind going completely blank for a moment.
She subconsciously raised her hands, wanting to use her soul power to push away this audacious and shameless scoundrel in front of her.
But Xuanhao moved even faster.
A terrifying body pressed down on her, its arms like iron clamps, tightly pulling Bibi Dong into its embrace, completely blocking all her avenues of resistance.
A surge of vital energy enveloped her entire body like a heat wave.
In this domineering yet inexplicably comforting warmth, Bibi Dong only symbolically punched and pushed Xuan Hao's broad chest a couple of times, and finally, she resigned herself to her fate and gave up resisting.
She slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently, passively and somewhat stiffly accepting the predatory deep kiss.
For twenty years, my heart had been parched and cold, but at this moment it seemed as if a violent, primal rain had been poured in.
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