Seeing that they were now alone and uninterrupted, Bai Qingyue diverted the full measure of his gaze back to his wife. "If you do not wish to accept the title of wife, how do you intend to take responsibility for me?"

"I will be your caretaker." Li Meirong adamantly replied, feeling more and more helpless as the conversation progressed.

After she spoke, she couldn't help sneaking a shy peek at the lofty tent that had formed at the juncture of Zhu Qingyue's legs. He was sitting on the bed with both of his legs spread, his arousal all the more apparent due to his seated position.

'Is this a normal size for a man?' Li Meirong silently wondered, trying not to gape.

Like a skilled actor, Bai Qingyue maintained his sickly demeanour. However, a surge of male pride swelled within him as he caught his wife ogling him.

Using his index finger, he pointed at his groin and spoke with a thick voice, "Then, please take care of me…"

Outraged by the request, Li Meirong averted her eyes from the 'tent'. "That's too much! Y-you take care of this thing!"

Bai Qingyue's usual deadpan expression turned crestfallen. "You've used my body twice now… I am ill and unable to relieve myself. You vowed to shoulder responsibility, to be my caretaker. Are your promises worth nothing?"

Li Meirong gaped at him. "That's not it. If I make a promise, then I intend to keep it. It's just… this is too much for me."

"Do not bother with an explanation. The fact is, you plan to renege on your promise."

Li Meirong facepalmed herself. Then, she sighed, feeling completely disoriented. She realized that she was never going to win an argument against Zhu Qingyue. He acted so differently now, from when they first met.

She speechlessly stared at him, and wondered which side of him was real and which was fake, but whatever the case, it seemed as though she was going to be stuck with him for a while.

From Zhu Qingyue's point of view, she was backing out on her words, and a part of her didn't wish to leave this sort of impression on her pale-haired senior, even if it meant to do something she never would have thought to do with him.

Li Meirong cringed at herself for what she was about to do and tried to alleviate her embarrassment by thinking that she was no longer a virgin, and was far from being a young girl. Quite the opposite, in fact. In modern times she would be considered a late bloomer.

Hesitantly, Li Meirong padded her way towards him, her every step felt monumental. She had the strangest sensation of walking straight into the open jaws of a predatory beast. Zhu Qingyue hadn't looked away from her, not even once. He gazed at her with a pair of inhuman, hungry eyes.