Accidentally Married A Fox God – The Sovereign Lord Spoils His Wife

"Oh," Li Meirong spoke softly, surprised, "I thought you had a big appetite, considering how you gobbled up all those pastries when I first met you at the sect."

With a soft chuckle, Bai Qingyue softly replied, "Ah, if it is the food you make for me, I promise to devour all of it."

Li Meirong’s eyes flew open and she gasped aloud as she felt his wet tongue skate across her skin.

She immediately withdrew her hand away from his lips and cried out in mortification, "Zhu Qingyue, how thick is your skin?!!"

"Pfft!" Bai Qingyue laughed softly, the taunting sound was uniquely tantalizing.

Regarding the man’s shoulders shaking in amusement only increased Li Meirong’s erratically beating heart as her anger flared up.

"That does it." She fumed and flailed her arms in exasperation as she spoke.

This person always managed to make her heart almost leap out of her chest while making her want to bite him to death at the same time!

She purposefully stomped on Zhu Qingyue’s foot and quickly turned around to march back to her place, "It’s getting late. Thank you for the meal, but I have to go!"

However, she only managed to take a few steps forward before a pair of lean, powerful arms wrapped around her waist and drew her back against a warm, hard chest.

"Forgive me."

Li Meirong heard him speak from behind her, despite his choice of words, his tone sounded far more playful than sincere.

Then She felt his chin rest on her shoulders, a hot breath was blowing on her ear and made her go weak at the knees, weakening her resolve under his touch.

She huffed but didn’t budge, his embrace no longer felt restricting, and she found herself longing for his touch.

Nevertheless, she put on a front and exclaimed, "You love messing around with me."

"Only because you look adorable when you get mad."

"So you act this way on purpose?! Argh, I can’t stand this anymore, let go!" Li Meirong seethed audibly, raised one of his ivory arms to her face and followed her violent desire, biting down on his wrist.

Bai Qingyue didn’t retract his arm. Instead, he gently caressed the top of the girl’s raven black hair. Using his free hand, he amusedly observed the fuming rabbit of a girl biting down on his flesh. His voice held a trace of concern as he implored her, "Be careful not to bite too hard, lest your jaws would hurt."