Douluo Dalu 1: The Tang Family Rebel

The next day.

As the morning sun rose, a ray of sunlight shone through the window.

Yun Chuan, who had been tightly held in the arms of the female Pope all night, woke up right on time. He slowly lifted his head and blinked his clear black and white eyes. Seeing that the sky outside was still early, he decided to bury his face back into his previous position and continue sleeping.

He felt that he didn't want to get up just yet. Don't wake me up—I only wish to indulge in this tenderness forever...

"No wonder there's a saying in ancient times about emperors neglecting court affairs due to the allure of the harem. This tender embrace truly has an irresistible charm," Yun Chuan thought to himself, then moved his head slightly, finding a more comfortable position, his face full of satisfaction.

Suddenly.

For some reason, he recalled memories of his infancy when he was still being breastfed. He remembered how happy he was back then... until the time when he was weaned and lost that privilege, which left him feeling down for quite a while. As he grew older, by the time he turned four, he even lost the chance to bathe with his mother and Sister Xue. He couldn't help but wonder whether he would ever get the opportunity to relive those cherished moments in the future.

As Yun Chuan unconsciously shifted his head, the female Pope gradually woke up. She opened her beautiful eyes, instinctively wrapping her arms around the small figure in her embrace. This action had become a subconscious habit over the past six years.

Feeling the little rascal in her arms moving restlessly, a faint smile appeared on Bibi Dong's flawless face. She softly murmured, "Are you hungry?"

"...Hmm."

He responded in a low voice.

"Then, do you want…"

The female Pope gently asked something.

After a moment.

"…Hmm."

He finally responded sullenly.

Then.

As the sound of fabric rustling echoed...

After many years, Yun Chuan finally experienced once again something he had only been able to enjoy during infancy. This long-lost feeling of being enveloped by motherly love made him feel indescribably happy.

At this moment, Yun Chuan's heart was devoid of any obscene or improper thoughts—he felt only deep affection and nostalgia. His consciousness gradually blurred, and a wave of sleepiness washed over him, putting him into a semi-drowsy state.

In truth, although Bibi Dong's affection for Yun Chuan had reached its peak, Yun Chuan himself had also been completely captivated by her.

Having grown up surrounded by Bibi Dong's intense and passionate motherly love, even the hardest heart would be melted into softness. No matter how indifferent a person was, they would be moved, let alone someone like Yun Chuan, a young man inexperienced in the ways of the world.

If someone were to ask who was the most important person in Yun Chuan's life, there was no doubt that the female Pope would rank first, holding an irreplaceable position.

This fact was beyond question.

His feelings toward the female Pope were complex. Part of it was familial love cultivated from daily companionship. Deep down, he might have subconsciously started seeing her as a mother figure.

Of course, apart from that, there was inevitably a trace of… well, an inexplicable fondness.

This was perfectly normal—it didn't mean he had a psychological problem for having such thoughts toward the person who raised him. It was simply human nature.

After all, Yun Chuan wasn't truly a baby. He retained the memories of his previous life, and mentally, he was already an adult. Facing a young and beautiful woman every day, especially one who was exceptionally gentle and doting toward him, who wouldn't eventually develop feelings?

Although he kept calling her "Mom" because of the circumstances, to Yun Chuan, who had the mind of an adult, the young and beautiful Bibi Dong was more like an elder sister than a mother.

A gentle and motherly elder sister.

(End of Chapter)