Bai Yu's exclamation instantly captured Li Meirong's full attention. Still reeling from an emotional rollercoaster due to the silver-haired man trapping her in his arms, she settled her glistening eyes on Snowball with a troubled expression plastered on her face.
The Sovereign Lord however, paid no heed to his subordinate's outburst. His eyes never left Li Meirong's. The dark amber of his irises brightened to molten gold, softening his wrathful countenance.
As he looked deeply into her revealing eyes, the sneer playing upon his lips curved into a smug smile.
'So, my dear wife still cares about me?' he thought as he felt her soft, delicate hands gently pushing against the bare skin of his chest without a trace of Foxfire to surround them. He could feel the dampening fire of his rage morphing slowly into an entirely different kind of warmth.
