...
Night fell quietly, casting a dim shadow over the palace.
When Bibi Dong opened her eyes again, she turned her head and saw Xuan Hao lying next to her.
She subconsciously reached back and touched her back. The warm towel had cooled down, but it still covered her back completely.
Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this little rascal was full of foul language and didn't know his own strength, at least he had some sense of propriety at the crucial moment and didn't do anything beastly while she was asleep.
Looking at Xuan Hao who was so close, Bibi Dong's eyes were momentarily dazed.
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
She still clearly remembered that when she first met this boy in the small town outside the Star Dou Great Forest, he was only this young.
Skinny, but with eyes as fierce as a wolf's; he was just a shaved little kid.
But now, that little brat has grown into a colossal creature over two meters tall, and even a peerless ferocious god who can rival the three sects.
Staring at Xuan Hao's handsome face, which appeared exceptionally peaceful in his sleep, Bibi Dong's cold heart trembled slightly. She couldn't help but raise her hand and, somewhat inexplicably, reach out her fingertips to gently touch his cheek.
The moment his fingertips touched that warm skin, Xuan Hao, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened one eye without warning.
Those azure eyes were clear and bright, showing no trace of the drowsiness of just waking up.
"Did you sleep well?"
Bibi Dong was startled by the sudden opening of her eyes and quickly withdrew her hand.
Embarrassed and annoyed, she slapped Xuan Hao on the forehead with her backhand.
"Smack!"
"Would you die if you didn't scare me?!" Bibi Dong tugged at the blanket, somewhat exasperated.
Xuan Hao, having been slapped, sat up rubbing his forehead, looking completely bewildered.
"No, teacher, how did I scare you?
I just woke up too.
It can't be that I'm committing a heinous crime just for opening my eyes, can it?"
"You're trying to scare me!" Bibi Dong retorted, her neck stiff and unreasonable.
Seeing that His Holiness the Pope was about to start acting shamelessly, Xuan Hao decisively admitted defeat, spreading his hands: "Okay, okay, I was wrong.
I'm too handsome, and opening my eyes made too much noise, which frightened you, Your Holiness. Well, I'll apologize to you then?"
He moved closer and asked with concern, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"
When asked this, Bibi Dong's face showed a hint of unease, and she turned her head slightly away: "It's alright, not as sore as before."
"That's good."
Xuan Hao stroked his chin. "Actually, my technique is supposed to be a full-body massage.
But I was afraid you'd get angry and kill me on the bed with a spider leg, so I only massaged your upper body."
Xuan Hao chuckled, his eyes darting mischievously over her legs:
"How about, while it's still early, I give you a massage down there?
To finish the process?"
Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically.
She gripped the bedsheet tightly with both hands, and a dangerous glint flashed in her beautiful eyes:
"Xuan Hao, are you itching for a beating?
Just say so if you want to get beaten up, and I'll grant your wish right now!"
"No, no, no, I'm just asking out of a doctor's ethics, that's all."
Xuan Hao quickly raised his hands in surrender, saying, "You're in charge here, I'll follow your orders. I absolutely won't do anything reckless."
"If you find certain areas like your thighs too sensitive or inconvenient, how about I give you a foot massage?
There are many acupoints on the soles of your feet that connect to the whole body, so the relaxation effect is more direct."
Foot massage?
Bibi Dong looked down at her feet.
She wore a sheer inner layer, and her bare feet were white and delicate.
Being held and pressed like this by a man seemed a bit too intimate.
She awkwardly tugged at her clothes and sat up in bed: "Let me take a shower first."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hao's eyes lit up, and he innocently approached, "Taking a bath is great!
The bath in this palace is quite large, isn't it? I traveled all night and I'm covered in sweat. How about... I go with you, Teacher?"
Bibi Dong stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and stared at him coldly with a blank expression.
Xuan Hao's smile vanished instantly. "I'll go to the side hall outside and wash myself. I won't disturb His Holiness the Pope's enjoyment."
After saying that, he jumped off the bed in a flash and ran faster than a rabbit.
...
Half an hour later.
The bathroom door in the side hall opened, and Bibi Dong stepped out onto the soft carpet.
By this time, she had washed away all her fatigue, and her long, wet hair was casually tied back with a towel.
He was wearing a large, dark red bathrobe.
To prevent Xuan Hao, that little rascal, from taking the opportunity to get dirty and make a move, Bibi Dong made sure to wear a full set of close-fitting underwear in the bathroom, and even tied the belt of her bathrobe in a tight knot to ensure that not a single bit of excess oil or moisture would leak out.
Xuan Hao had already finished showering in the lobby.
He changed into clean, refreshing clothes and was now shamelessly lounging on the luxurious sofa in the bedroom lobby.
Seeing Bibi Dong come out, Xuan Hao rubbed his slightly sore eyes, turned over and sat up straight:
"Teacher, are you done washing?
Shall we start massaging your feet now?"
Bibi Dong walked to the other end of the sofa and sat down, placing her long, fair legs on the edge of the sofa.
Although she still felt a little strange, she couldn't help but give a slightly awkward "hmm" in response, considering that the bastard's back massage skills were indeed quite good.
Xuan Hao smiled, but didn't try anything more.
He moved a low stool to sit in front of the sofa, reached out and grasped Bibi Dong's delicate little foot, placing it steadily on his lap.
I got my hands on a smooth and cool one.
Xuan Hao suppressed his laziness, his fingertips flicked with soul power, and a wisp of gentle heat instantly flowed from his palm into Bibi Dong's acupoints on the soles of her feet.
Then, he began to press carefully, following a rhythm of varying pressure and urgency.
Seeing Xuan Hao's serious expression, with his head down and no hint of lewdness, Bibi Dong's tense nerves softened uncontrollably once again.
For a moment, only Xuan Hao's heavy breathing and the slight friction sound of pressing his joints filled the hall.
The atmosphere was too quiet, which added an inexplicable strangeness and ambiguity.
To break the awkward silence, Bibi Dong turned her head slightly away, looking at the night outside the window, and asked casually:
"Do you... often massage others like this?"
"Do you want a foot massage?"
Xuan Hao's hands didn't stop moving; his thumb skillfully massaged her Yongquan acupoint.
"As for the feet, that's probably the most times. After all, back in Tiandou City, everyone was always training and cooperating, and we were exhausted every day."
"Full body massage is too troublesome.
Every time I massage their backs, it feels like I'm guarding against a thief.
So most of the time, I only massage Na'er and the others' feet before they rest at night to help them relax."
"But later, more and more people came, and I couldn't handle it all by myself. So I simply taught them this set of massage techniques for identifying acupoints, so they could help each other relax in private."
Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow: "They massaged each other? How was the effect?"
"Don't even mention it."
Xuan Hao sighed, speechless. "Eight out of ten times, this scene completely spirals out of control.
Girls are naturally ticklish. As you massage, it often turns into a ticklish battle, ending up rolling around on the bed.
Later, the playful fighting escalates, even turning into a chaotic biting fight. Every time they make a mess of the room, I have to clean up the mess."
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