"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!
