Chapter 30 Domineering Sister Dong'er's Forced Love? Bibi Dong: Sleep with me, do you think I'll eat you?
Lan Yue felt dizzy, his vision blurred, and his stomach churned.
"Giggle—"
Bibi Dong laughed even harder at Lan Yue's adorable, dizzy state.
She only stopped when she was done spinning.
and carried Lan Yue into her luxuriously decorated, girlish boudoir.
"Bang!"
The door closed gently behind her.
Then, Lan Yue felt himself being thrown out, tracing a beautiful parabola in the air.
"Thump!"
There was no pain as he had expected; beneath him was an incredibly soft sensation, as if he were sinking into a cloud.
Lan Yue scrambled to his feet, feeling dizzy and disoriented, only to find himself tossed onto Bibi Dong's enormous bed, covered in pink silk.
A rich and pleasant fragrance instantly enveloped him.
It was Bibi Dong's unique scent, a blend of high-end incense and a sweet, yet not cloying, aroma that was intoxicating.
"Dong—Sister Dong, what are you doing?"
Lan Yue huddled in the corner of the bed, clutching a soft pillow, watching Bibi Dong slowly and deliberately unbutton her outer robe with wary eyes.
This plot development—isn't it a little off?
Bibi Dong casually tossed her robe onto a hanger, revealing a thin silk nightgown underneath that outlined her budding, alluring figure.
She walked barefoot on the carpet, step by step approaching the bed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "What?"
"To sleep, of course."
"Starting today, you'll move in and sleep with your sister."
"But—"
Lan Yue protested weakly, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other—"
"Don't give me that!"
Bibi Dong interrupted him abruptly, leaping onto the bed.
Like an octopus, Bibi Dong pulled Lan Yue into her arms, declaring domineeringly, "What do you know about the proper distance between people?"
"Besides, I'm your sister, and you're my little follower. I can sleep with you however I want!"
"And—"
Bibi Dong whispered in Lan Yue's ear, her warm breath brushing against his neck, her tone becoming slightly resentful, "Weren't you staring intently at that 'Heavenly Fragrance' in the carriage earlier?"
"What?
Now that your sister is right in front of you, you're suddenly shy?"
"If you don't make your sister happy tonight, hmph—"
Bibi Dong deliberately made a fierce expression, but to Lan Yue, it sounded more like she was being coquettish.
Lan Yue felt the soft, warm body pressed against him, the girl's fragrance lingering in his nostrils, and felt utterly helpless and on the verge of tears.
"This isn't sleeping—
this is pure sweet torture!"
Lan Yue writhed in Bibi Dong's arms like a caterpillar,
trying to break free from the suffocating embrace, while righteously protesting, "Sister Dong'er!
You can't do this to me!"
"I'm the Holy Son of Spirit Hall now!
A person of importance!"
"If the elders and deacons outside knew that the Holy Son was being held and slept by his sister, where would my dignity be? Where
would my face be?"
Lan Yue tried to awaken Bibi Dong's sense of shame with his "status" and "respect," hoping she would let him go.
However, Lan Yue clearly underestimated Bibi Dong's thick skin and her possessiveness.
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong not only didn't let go, but instead seemed to find it a funny joke.
She reached out and gently stroked Lan Yue's nose, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a half-smile: "Oh, so our Holy Son is starting to put on airs?"
"What?
Now that you're the Holy Son, you don't recognize your sister anymore?"
Bibi Dong adjusted her position slightly, letting Lan Yue rest his head on her slender arm.
Her other hand gently pinched his chubby cheek, her tone carrying a touch of domineering self-righteousness: "I don't care what kind of Holy Son you are outside, or what those old men think of you."
"Here, on this bed, you are my little brother, the little guy I picked up."
"I'm your sworn sister, an elder sister is like a mother, don't you understand?"
Saying this, Bibi Dong leaned closer, her pale purple eyes flashing with a playful light.
Her warm breath brushed against Lan Yue's face: "Besides, your sister loves you so much, would she eat you up?"
Lan Yue looked at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
He shrank back, not daring to say what was on his mind, but inwardly he was furiously complaining:
"That's hard to say—
your eyes look like you want to devour me alive—"
"Besides, 'eating' has many meanings, you know!" I think you're just lusting after my body! Although I'm still young, you're doing this to me!
Looking at Lan Yue's angry but adorable little face, she felt a surge of anger but dared not speak out.
Bibi Dong's mischievous pleasure was greatly satisfied.
"Alright, don't move, go to sleep!"
Bibi Dong didn't give him a chance to speak, tightening her arms slightly and embedding Lan Yue tightly into her embrace.
Lan Yue's willpower was inevitably crumbling at an alarming speed.
His brain began to feel dizzy, as if he had drunk two kilograms of fake liquor, feeling lightheaded.
His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his body gradually relaxed.
Instinctively, he snuggled closer to that warm embrace, finding a more comfortable position.
Not long after,
the Holy Son, who had been protesting in his heart, completely gave up resisting.
In this suffocating happiness, he was completely mesmerized by Bibi Dong and fell into a deep sleep.
A faint, innocent smile still lingered on his lips.
Looking at the little guy who had finally settled down in her arms, a trace of tenderness flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
Bibi Dong gently kissed Lan Yue's forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, my little Holy Son."
Morning.
Lan Yue mechanically stuffed bread into his mouth, his eyes slightly darkened, looking utterly exhausted.
Last night's sleep had been incredibly "heavy."
Bibi Dong was like a giant pillow, clinging to him all night.
That suffocating softness and fragrance had given him a whole night of dreams.
His dreams were filled with him struggling to survive in a pile of cotton candy.
In contrast, Bibi Dong, sitting opposite him, was refreshed and radiant.
She elegantly held her milk glass, watching Lan Yue's listless appearance.
A mischievous grin played on her lips; she was clearly in an extremely good mood.
"What's wrong, Little Yueyue?
Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Bibi Dong asked knowingly, even considerately wiping the bread crumbs from Lan Yue's mouth. "Was it too comfortable in my arms, making you reluctant to wake up?"
Lan Yue rolled his eyes, about to retort, "That was a chokehold, not a hug."
Suddenly, a rhythmic series of footsteps came from outside the door.
"Tap, tap, tap."
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