It had taken more than ten thousand years, but it seemed as though the Fox Lord had finally learned how to smile, the corners of his lips stayed curved upwards. He nodded his head once and guided her outside the courtyard.
In all honesty, it was getting rather late, and his wife was supposed to attend an early morning class tomorrow. Thus, Bai Qingyue allowed her to return home without any considerable delay.
After strolling side by side throughout the surrounding garden connected to the courtyard, he brought Li Meirong to the cabin.
When they finally reached the familiar doorstep, Li Meirong turned around and looked back at Zhu Qingyue.
One glance at that masculine beauty rendered her face a deep shade of red again.
Zhu Qingyue's long silken hair gracing his fine features like gossamer threads, along with his beguiling eyes enhanced by a set of long eyelashes casting heavy shadows upon his cheeks, gave the man a rather feminine and seductive appearance.
