Snowball's eyes darkened in an instant. The shine from his pupils transformed into a menacing glint. 'This vermin dared to harm my wife?' he thought, itching to scratch Shu Qianqian's face off. His small claws began to elongate, and his tail whipped back and forth in agitation. It was only when he felt his wife shift slightly in discomfort that he suppressed his ire, exerting the necessary control to retract his claws.
The fox spirit sank back against Li Meirong's softness, but maintained a scalding glare at Shu Qianqian, making no further move. 'A dutiful husband must wait for his wife to make decisions.' he mused.
All the while, Li Meirong seemed pleased with Feng Huang's proposal. She rubbed her chin in contemplation and spoke in a clear and pleasant voice. "Maybe I should."
"Your threats are useless. You can't scare me!" Shu Qianqian whispered angrily.
