Seeing that they were now alone and uninterrupted, Bai Qingyue diverted the full measure of his gaze back to his wife. "If you do not wish to accept the title of wife, how do you intend to take responsibility for me?"
"I will be your caretaker." Li Meirong adamantly replied, feeling more and more helpless as the conversation progressed.
After she spoke, she couldn't help sneaking a shy peek at the lofty tent that had formed at the juncture of Zhu Qingyue's legs. He was sitting on the bed with both of his legs spread, his arousal all the more apparent due to his seated position.
'Is this a normal size for a man?' Li Meirong silently wondered, trying not to gape.
Like a skilled actor, Bai Qingyue maintained his sickly demeanour. However, a surge of male pride swelled within him as he caught his wife ogling him.
Using his index finger, he pointed at his groin and spoke with a thick voice, "Then, please take care of me…"
