Then, a stream of incomparably strong and forceful power surged out of his palm.

In a split second, it flowed throughout her entire body from her spine.

Warmth filled Miao Ming'er, and she felt as if her entire body was being nourished.

It felt extremely good.

It felt so good that she wanted to cry out. She hastily suppressed the shameful feeling, but her eyes nevertheless couldn't help but narrow into slits. Even her desire to resist had weakened.

She gritted her teeth weakly and sighed softly inwardly.

Never mind. It's not like I can fight back anyway.

His Majesty is doing this for my own good, too.

As these thoughts emerged in her mind, pleasure flowed through her eyes, and she closed them fully.

The corners of Wang Hu's lips also curled into a barely-discernible smile, and he felt fairly comfortable and at ease. This was exactly how things should be.

Did he need to come up with some kind of excuse?

No, he didn't need to at all. All he needed to do was just casually give her some plausible excuse. It wasn't as if the little fellow could fight back anyway.

After making up his mind, his actions—as he stroked her fur—became more and more natural and comfortable.

He didn't know why either, but stroking a cat's fur, no, stroking this particular little cat's fur simply felt so good.

It was actually in no way inferior to how he had felt when he was checking his finances during his past life.

He could only sum it up in one word—addictive.

He had even frequently thought about this feeling during the last few months.

He had obviously already made up his mind that he mustn't do this anymore. After all, she could transform into the Dao form. It wasn't appropriate.

However, when his combat power crossed over into the next sub-stage, in his joy; he still couldn't curb the urge in the end.

He swore that before he came, he had only wanted to come and take a look at how exactly this highly extraordinary little cat was doing.

Moreover, whether she had broken through to the Third Realm yet or not.

He had only thought a teeny-weeny little bit about stroking the little cat's fur at the most.

It was just that when he arrived and saw her, he realized that he had still underestimated the little cat's charm.

He had actually failed to withstand it.

Since he couldn't withstand it, then he wouldn't anymore. He would just stroke her fur.

Silly Girl didn't know about it anyway.

Once the thought formed, Wang Hu naturally also lost all of his reservations. Additionally, he also felt something unusual.

A thrilling feeling…

The more he stroked her fur, the more comfortable it also felt.

Of course, he wasn't bluffing either when he said that he would give her a hand just now.

Wang Hu was indeed using his divine power to nourish Miao Ming'er's body. This was beneficial to her to a certain extent.

After a whole twenty-odd minutes, the comfortable feeling that Wang Hu got petered out significantly.

He started to reflect upon himself.

He indeed had to be more careful now. Even though Silly Girl wasn't aware of it, he nevertheless still ought to control himself.

After all, he was a good tiger with a family.

It would be terrible if someone discovered this.

Even if he had a clear conscience, had done nothing wrong, had nothing to hide, and didn't harbor any dirty thoughts…

And purely just wanted to stroke a cat's fur…

Silly Girl wasn't such an even-tempered person, and outsiders' thoughts and gazes weren't as pure and innocent as his either.

It was very normal if a ruckus broke out.

He inhaled lightly and made up his mind; he had to change.

I mustn't do this anymore.

Let this be the last time, then.

It's just stroking a cat's fur. At the most, I'll just go back and stroke Big Treasure and Little Treasure's fur instead.

Yes, that's exactly it.

After he secretly made up his mind and told himself that this would be the last time he did this, Wang Hu stopped panicking and decided that he would stroke her fur for a while more. This would be the last time anyway.

In the twinkling of an eye, more than ten minutes went by again. Miao Ming'er started to feel more and more uneasy and apprehensive.

That big, warm hand stroked her back again and again.

She felt like His Majesty seemed to have… to have got addicted to it.

Although she knew that it was impossible—after all, he was the great Tiger King; how could he possibly become addicted to strok—such a thing?

She nevertheless instinctively felt that way.

At last, she couldn't take it anymore. Her voice, which sounded as though she was trying hard to suppress her shyness and embarrassment, rang out. "Your Majesty! Is it finished?"

There was some additional unconcealable feminine tenderness in her usually gentle, graceful, quiet, and elegant voice.

The moment Wang Hu heard her, he didn't become concerned about anything but merely said seriously, "The ninth round of metamorphosis isn't easy. I'll nourish you for a while more."

Miao Ming'er parted her lips. She wanted to say: 'Your Majesty, you don't need to waste your efforts anymore. I've already tried for quite a few months. It's no longer possible.'

Yet, she didn't manage to say it because she didn't know how she should word it.

Was she going to confirm that it was impossible for her to complete the ninth round of metamorphosis?

Or was she going to reject His Majesty's kindness?

She didn't want to do either.

At a loss for words, a resigned Miao Ming'er could only continue to enjoy the comfortable feeling that also brought her uneasiness.

At the same time, she forced herself to calm down and forbade herself from thinking too deeply into it.

A few minutes later, Qing Qing came back while flapping her wings.

At the sight of Wang Hu, her wings froze, and she fell onto the ground.

Her tiny little eyes widened big and round as she stared at Wang Hu, seemingly incredulous.

The smile at the corners of Wang Hu's lips widened a little. That little cyan-blue bird was surprisingly rather interesting.

"Your Majesty." At this point, Miao Ming'er completely couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes were filled with shyness and embarrassment, and she started to struggle to break free again.

It wasn't appropriate for Wang Hu to force it anymore. As such, he could only give her fur one good stroke and then another as if for one last memory's sake.

More than ten times later, with a hint of reluctance still remaining, he let go of her.

Miao Ming'er immediately jumped out of his hold. For no reason whatsoever, a hint of reluctance to part actually flashed across her heart.

However, because her panic had overwhelmed it, she didn't notice it.

After jumping out of his hold, she raced straight toward Qing Qing.

Wang Hu sighed softly in his heart. That was the last time he would get to stroke her fur.

However, even though he was reluctant to let go, given his temperament and willpower; he was naturally able to resist.

He looked at Miao Ming'er and said calmly, "Don't let me down. Complete the ninth round of metamorphosis soon and attain the Third Realm."

Miao Ming'er turned to the side to face Wang Hu. Then, with some difficulty, she said quietly, "Yes, Miao Ming'er will definitely do her best."

Wang Hu nodded. Then, a golden light flashed past, and he disappeared from sight.

The pressure went away along with it. After Qing Qing relaxed, she flew into the air again and said curiously and noisily, "Big Sister, why has the Tiger King come again? What did he come here for?

"Big Sister, are you going to undergo the ninth round of metamorphosis soon? You're so awesome, Big Sister!"

In the blink of an eye, she resumed her usual lively and frisky temperament.

Miao Ming'er smiled and replied to her. In her heart, however, a sigh flashed across.

The ninth round of metamorphosis…

She would also like to, but…

The scene where she gave up one of her lives back then surfaced in her mind before she drove it out.

No matter what, she didn't regret her actions.

It was just that the Tiger King was going to be disappointed.

Hints of melancholy came over her countenance.

…

Elsewhere, Wang Hu activated the third stage of the Extreme Agility Movement of Dao and the second stage of Wind-Riding Divine Art again… and hurried back to the Tiger King's Cave at the fastest speed he could muster.

When he saw that Silly Girl wasn't in the cave, he subconsciously immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, he immediately organized his thoughts and started to recover his divine power.

I have nothing to hide, and I have a clear conscience. It's not a big deal.

I didn't do anything to let Silly Girl down either. All I did was to stroke a cat's fur, that's all.

Besides, Silly Girl doesn't know about it at all.

I don't need to feel guilty. There's nothing I should feel guilty about.

He mentally told himself slowly and firmly and calmed himself down.

Another half an hour later, Di Baijun returned to the room with a bit of a complicated look on her face.

"You're back, Baijun."

Wang Hu's warm and intimate voice rang out.

Di Baijun casually responded and walked over to the bed without paying much attention to him. It seemed like she was preoccupied with something on her mind.

The next moment, a pair of hands landed on her shoulders and started to gently knead them.

At once, some of her unhappiness dissipated. Without saying anything, she started to take pleasure in the sensation.

The pleasure wasn't physical; rather, it was emotional and psychological.

Wang Hu's eyes bore into Silly Girl as he watched her closely. He felt rather unsettled.

What's the matter with her?

She looks rather unhappy!

Could it be that she knows?

But that's impossible. Besides, this reaction is kinda small if she did know.

Thoughts ran through his mind. He couldn't help but ask tentatively, "What's wrong, Baijun? Why are you unhappy?"

The moment Di Baijun heard what he said, her slim brows raised slightly, and some of her unhappiness returned. She raised her voice slightly and replied, "Do you think I should be happy?"

Wang Hu's heart pounded hard, and he even held his breath as his eyes widened.

After a whole second, he forced a smile and blinked as he asked in puzzlement, "What exactly has happened?"

"What? Are you still asking when you already know the answer?" Di Baijun turned and glared at Wang Hu unhappily.

Wang Hu's breathing froze again. Then, he looked back calmly at Silly Girl in the eye without avoiding her gaze at all, his behavior open and honest, incredibly so.

Meanwhile, he also gave her a wry smile and asked confusedly, "No, what exactly has happened? What answer do I know?"

He kneaded her shoulders even more earnestly as he spoke.

Di Baijun scoffed lightly, and a dangerous look surfaced in her eyes. Her gaze was as though a sword that was extremely sharp and keen. Then, she said slowly, "Don't think that I'm not aware."

Wang Hu's gaze froze a little, and his hands trembled slightly. At last, he couldn't help but scream inwardly.

How can this be?

How can Silly Girl possibly know?

How did she know about it?

It doesn't make sense.

Waves crashed tumultuously in his heart while his expression became increasingly helpless on the surface. "What exactly is the matter, Baijun? Have I done something wrong?"

He refused to admit it no matter what.

The words 'incomparably firm and resolute' surfaced in his mind. He didn't believe that Silly Girl had any evidence.

As long as there isn't any evidence, it'll be over my dead body before I admit to it. With my eloquence, I'll definitely be able to bluff my way through.

Yes, that's right. It'll be over my dead body before I admit to it.

Di Baijun scoffed loudly again. With disdain in her voice, she said coldly and haughtily, "Don't think I'm not aware of those little things you've done. I just can't be bothered to hold it against you, that's all."

Then, as Wang Hu's heart sank, she turned again and said coldly, "You often come over to peep when I'm teaching Ling Shuang and Su Ling. Do you think you can hide that from me? Hmph."

Wang Hu, whose heart was in his mouth, was stunned. He couldn't help but stare blankly at her.

Then, he recovered with his inhuman response capabilities and secretly heaved a huge sigh of relief. With some sheepishness on his face, he replied fairly embarrassedly, "I'm just watching casually, Baijun. I don't have any other intentions."

Cold and haughty, Di Baijun was the very picture of someone with everything under her control. She raised her chin slightly and said in a stuck-up manner, "I know you don't. That's why I can't be bothered to pay any attention to you."

At the same time, she kept scoffing coldly inwardly.

So, this jerk has really been peeping from afar very often.

You jerk. Luckily, I'm smart enough to trick him into admitting it.

No, this won't do. I'll have to change the location next time. I mustn't let that jerk continue to peep anymore.

I mustn't let him off so easily this time either.

Di Baijun was still in the midst of thinking of a way to punish him when Wang Hu, who was no longer worried, made the first move.

His arms circled around her from behind as he said dotingly, "I really didn't do it on purpose, Baijun. I was just rather unhappy that Ling Shuang and Su Ling were hogging my wife for so long. That's why I went over to look at you."

"Does that mean you can peep, then?" Di Baijun said unhappily.

Wang Hu straightened his expression and said properly, "That's not peeping. I just wanted to see my wife all the time and also see how exactly she's teaching those two dummies along the way."