Li Meirong sighed, and that single, audible breath portrayed just how desolate and bereft she was feeling. "I don't feel like I can deal with this emotional baggage, at least not right now."
"You're too nice, far too nice." Feng Huang snapped. "If I were you, I'd turn both of these men into my slaves for this audacious insult!"
The Turtle Demoness turned right-side up and fumed, her angry eyes resembling gleaming polished garnets. So filled with ire were they, that it appeared as if they could burn anything in their path with a mere glance.
Li Meirong cast a lingering look towards the direction of her cabin, while unconsciously tightening her hold on the Fox Spirit in her arms. "Feng Huang, Senior Zhu has his issues, but he has helped me a lot in the past. Even though he kept this secret from me, I can understand the reason why he did so. It cannot be easy for the son of a sect's grandmaster to 'come out' and declare his preferences."
