Chapter 344: The Intoxicated Pope

"Can you tell me, what exactly is the conflict?"

Qin Jian couldn't help but say: "If your feelings refer to me, then I believe my existence will not pose an obstacle to your pursuit."

He wanted to separate the two of them so he could see Bibi Dong's expression.

But Bibi Dong instead held him even tighter, her head pressed firmly against him, not separating in the slightest.

A single tear fell from her beautiful eyelids, dropping straight down, silent and soundless.

"Qin Jian... do you... really like me..."

She said this softly in Qin Jian's ear, her tone calm, without a hint of trembling.

She had always been able to control her emotions; that she couldn't help but shed a tear was something that hadn't happened to her in many years.

"Yes, I like you very much," Qin Jian said without a trace of falsehood.

"Then do you... love me...?"

Bibi Dong kept her eyes closed, quietly feeling Qin Jian's embrace, and couldn't help but ask again in a low voice.

Qin Jian hesitated slightly.

But he would never tell a lie to someone he liked.

Therefore, after the hesitation, he still said: "It... doesn't count as love yet..."

"Why... doesn't it count?" Bibi Dong asked softly.

Qin Jian pursed his lips and said: "I've told you before, love and liking are different. Liking is actually not difficult, but for a person to sublimate from the liking of wanting to possess to the love of wanting the other person to be well, that requires a process..."

"And we... haven't truly started yet..." he said softly.

"Is that so..."

Bibi Dong said somewhat sadly: "So we haven't truly started yet... I really am... too ignorant about matters of the heart..."

"It's okay..."

Qin Jian gently stroked her back and said in a low voice: "I'll teach you in the future..."

"I have no experience with this, it will take a long time to teach..." Bibi Dong said, seemingly with a hint of a smile.

"It's okay, no matter how long it takes, I will teach you, always and forever," Qin Jian said.

If he could see Bibi Dong's expression at this moment, he would discover that there was not a hint of a smile on her face; all there was, was the deepest sorrow, and another teardrop slid down, quietly, without causing any ripples.

No matter the time, she was always that most proud Pope.

"Alright... I'll wait for you to teach me, it's a promise..."

She pressed her soft lips gently against Qin Jian's ear and murmured: "You must remember... what you promised me... that you will always teach me..."

Without waiting for Qin Jian to agree, her head suddenly tilted, and she let the full weight of her head rest on Qin Jian's shoulder.

Qin Jian only felt the body in his arms sink slightly, as if there were signs of her about to fall.

He hurriedly held her tighter: "Dong'er, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Bibi Dong would no longer resist being seen, so Qin Jian turned his head slightly and saw her leaning on his shoulder with her eyes closed.

Her breathing was a bit heavy, and her cheeks were flushed.

Qin Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Is this... drunk?"

He shook his head helplessly: "I knew that drinking such high-proof liquor bottle by bottle just like red wine would be too much even for a Title Douluo, really... what a fool."

Qin Jian gently bent his body, took her in a bridal carry, and slowly left the balcony.

"Empress Consort, do you need our help?"

The two Maids hurried over when they saw him carrying Bibi Dong back.

Although he had heard it many times, Qin Jian still couldn't help but roll his eyes at their form of address.

Originally, it wouldn't have been so rampant as to be called that to his face.

But after a Maid once made a slip of the tongue, his Pope suddenly said: "Hmm? That title is not bad, you may call me that from now on."

From then on, the Maids' form of address became the convention...

"No need, I'll carry her back to her room myself."

Qin Jian lowered his voice and said: "There's nothing else to do tonight, you two can go get some rest early."

The two Maids bowed and retreated: "Thank you for your consideration, Empress Consort."

Qin Jian: "..."

After carrying Bibi Dong back to her room and gently placing her on the bed, he only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw no signs of her being startled awake.

"To actually fall asleep drunk in front of me without any defenses, really, she doesn't take me for a saint, does she..."

Qin Jian sat by her bedside and couldn't help but flick her nose: "Then don't blame me for doing something excessive to you."

His mouth curved, and his hand quietly reached toward her face, first picking up a strand of her hair to wind around his fingertip to play with, then gently poking her cheek with his finger.

"Making you act all high and mighty all day, do you know how long I've been putting up with you..."

Qin Jian happily grabbed her fair, slender hand and pinched it finger by finger, as if studying some precious treasure.

After putting her hand down, he finally realized there was still something left to do.

"I have to help her take off her clothes..."

He tilted his head and hesitated for half a second, but in the end, he still didn't call the Maids to help.

"It's just taking off clothes, no need to be too taboo about it... I suppose..."

He muttered to himself, then first gently took off her high heels and placed them on the floor by the bed.

Qin Jian had always assumed she wasn't wearing socks, but while taking off her shoes, he discovered she was actually wearing a pair of flesh-colored stockings.

He wasn't shameless enough to strip those stockings off her, so he had to move on to other areas.

He gently unfastened her outer garment, pulled her arms out bit by bit, then gently picked her up and placed her in the center of the bed before taking the outer garment away.

Then he pulled the thin blanket over and slowly covered her with it.

After finishing these things, Qin Jian finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although he could tell how good her figure was from seeing her usually and holding her occasionally.

But only when those eyesore clothes were removed did he discover that this woman's body seemed to be favored by the heavens; everywhere was flawless.

"Such a beautiful woman, and she actually became the Pope; it really makes one..."

Qin Jian's gaze suddenly became somewhat strange: "Anyway, she has no consciousness; whatever I do to her, she probably won't remember... right?"

He slowly reached out his hand and gently stroked this face at the pinnacle of the Dalu, still unable to imagine that this woman was lying defenseless before his eyes just like this.

"Forget it, she has no consciousness... it's also meaningless; that kind of thing is originally a fusion of emotions..."

He shook his head and laughed: "This woman is too tempting; she actually made me develop that kind of thought of taking advantage of someone's precarious position..."

Regardless, he and Bibi Dong had not reached that step at all; just as he said before, the two of them currently didn't even have love, at most it was just liking.

"Rest well, you idiot who got yourself drunk."

Qin Jian patted her cheek lightly again, then turned his head and was about to get up and leave.

"Don't go..."

But at this moment, his hand was suddenly grabbed, and an irresistible force came, causing him to fall directly down and press onto Bibi Dong's body...

(End of this chapter)