"Mmm!" Li Meirong closed her eyes and cried out in enjoyment while eating.

"Do you think revenge is sweet?" He kept asking.

The second question made Li Meirong open her eyes wide, blinking in confusion. What did revenge even have to do with food? She couldn't make sense of this question.

"Hmm…" Slowly savouring the slice in her mouth, she swallowed delicately and tried to reason out the meaning behind his words.

Bai Qingyue's eyes stayed transfixed as he watched Li Meirong. He focused on the cherry red lips that were now coated with an oily residue, and gulped audibly as he forced himself to direct his gaze elsewhere. His slanted eyes roamed downwards to the alluring white neck and the muscles that contorted as the girl consumed her food, the image of her searing into his mind.

D*mnit. This woman was really dangerous! No matter where he looked, he felt the urge to gobble her up. After aeons of abstinence, he now became a bona fide pervert! Luckily, none of his inner turmoil had ever shown on his countenance.

"I'm not sure really…" Li Meirong finally said in an undertone. She lifted her almond-shaped eyes and bashfully peered at him. At night, under the dim candlelight, Zhu Qingyue appeared both lofty and imposing, his face was blinding and his eyes were captivating. A clear image of her own figure reflected in his dark pupils and she felt slightly overwhelmed by his undivided attention.

When Bai Qingyue heard her soft, bewildered response, his gaze snapped back to her eyes and his lips curved into a subtle smirk, "Next time I prepare this dish for you, I promise that the meat will taste ever so sweet."

Li Meirong blinked a few more times and pursed her lips in thought, "Well, I do like sweet and tangy flavours." She said and picked up her eating pace, gobbling down all the contents of her bowl in a most unladylike fashion.

The Fox Lord's eyes curved into moon crescent shapes as he observed her.

By now, he was already quite knowledgeable of how his little wife acts, like how she always masked her real thoughts with a polite smile and a respectful speech when she would feel apprehensive or threatened. Though actually, Li Meirong didn't maintain any manners when she was genuinely comfortable with someone.

He preferred her that way, expressing her thoughts freely and acting as she wished without pretending. After all, as his wife, she didn't need to bow her head down to anyone.

'Not even to me.' He thought as he tenderly brushed his thumb across her lower lip to wipe the oil from her face.