Concurrently, Zhu Qingyue didn't seem to notice any of Li Meirong's internal concerns. His eloquent phoenix eyes narrowed as he glared down on her. "Divorce?"

The question halted Li Meirong's fleeting concerns, exchanging them with the will to gain the upper hand over Zhu Qingyue.

"Yeah, exactly. I'll divorce you," she stated firmly.

"What is this 'divorce' you speak of?" he hissed back.

"It's, um…"

"Yes?"

In Li Meirong's current inebriated condition, she dizzily looked up to behold Zhu Qingyue with slightly parted lips, her eyes greedily raking over him.

From this angle, he seemed to be nearly twice her size, and even though it was hidden underneath several layers of thick fabric, she could still decipher the honed torso which she already knew was packed with muscles.

Long, silvery hair cascaded down the set of broad shoulders above her and toppled over her like spider silk. His sword-like eyebrows were drawn into a frown as his burning glare kept searing into her in demand for an answer.

He was as alluring as he was frightening. The vision of him stole the words from her mouth.

An instinctual dread crept over Li Meirong, and it probably showed on her face because Zhu Qingyue gave her a meaningful look.

"Oh, so you know to fear me now..." his voice trailed off as his fingers gently skimmed over the exposed line of her throat. "Explain to this Husband, what is the meaning of this word - 'divorce'?"

"I'm not afraid of you." Li Meirong gulped, picking up the teasing note his voice had held. His touch felt feather soft and made her shiver.

She gripped his roaming hand with her own, preventing him from tickling her further and allowing herself a moment to clear her head.

Zhu Qingyue leaned down until the side of his cheek met hers and blew a hot breath against her ear.

"You should be," he calmly whispered. His low, magnetic voice resounded in Li Meirong's ear, right before he rose up again to lock eyes with her.

She squirmed underneath him, glaring back at Zhu Qingyue with a ruddy complexion.

Maybe she feared him a little, if she cared to admit it. But it wasn't fear which caused her throat to turn dry.

"Wife." Zhu Qingyue used the word as though he was issuing a warning. With one fast movement, he grasped both of Li Meirong's wrists and secured them over her head with one hand.

Li Meirong spat out the words. "Divorce is the official process followed when a marriage ends and a married couple separate. The spouses cut ties and each person goes their own way."

Zhu Qingyue's face instantly blackened as he squeezed her wrists tighter. His mouth suddenly claimed Li Meirong's in an unyielding, demanding kiss.

As their lips crashed upon one another, his hot, slick tongue pushed against her with such speed and force that her lips were forced to part. The moist weapon slithered in instantly, sliding within her mouth as if to claim every inch within as its own. When it had touched and savoured every inch of territory within, it withdrew.

When he finally relented from his ruthless rampage, a delicate silver string of saliva trailed from Li Meirong's dainty lips to his.

Her eyes turned vacant, and she was left panting for breath.

"Preposterous! Once married, never separated!" growled out Zhu Qingyue, flashing a pair of pearly white fangs.