Li Meirong felt as though iron shackles were binding her. Apparently, Zhu Qingyue's ailment had no undermining effects on his physical prowess at all.

Raising her arms in defense, she pounded on his chest with her small hands curled into fists, resisting his hold. Her watery eyes pleaded him for mercy. Yet he stood there like a boulder, unfettered and unmoving.

As she felt his warm, wet tongue begin to trace her soft sensitive lips, Li Meirong moaned in frustration, gasping from the intense need she sensed from him. The moment her lips parted, that slick greedy muscle instantly probed into the crevice of her mouth.

There was nothing innocent or clumsy about this kiss, unlike the one they had shared before. This one was hot and demanding, tinged with sexual frustration. He was forceful and unrelenting, catching her bottom lip between his teeth, a feral possessive gleam glinting in his golden eyes. She was drowning in his smothering kisses. Once again his slippery tongue pillaged her mouth like some sort of treasure trove.

"Mmmm…"

Unable to think straight anymore, she moaned, practically gasping for breath, her struggle eventually decreased. Ultimately choosing to relinquish all control to him, she melted under his touch. Her own tongue, as if driven by its own need, met his in a tangled dance. Uncurling her fingers, she reached out her arms and grasped at his shoulders in an attempt to hold him, but he was simply too tall for her to do so.

In response to her efforts, she heard the man utter a low, primal-sounding rumble of approval as he lowered his arms from her waist to firmly grabbed hold of her ass, lifting her up in the air to better reach his neck.

Her legs seemed to know just what to do, wrapping tightly around his waist. She instantly felt the heat of his member grinding against her most sensitive part, causing her to flush in embarrassment.

"Sh-sstop" Li Meirong breathed out, wanting a chance to pause and think. Yet, Zhu Qingyue's unquenchable thirst for more refused to give her an inch of opportunity to do so.

After several more rounds of battling with their mouths, he finally stopped, granting her request and allowing her to relax. He stood there in the garden, surrounded by glimmering fireflies, with his large palms securely cupping Li Meirong's pert bottom and pressing her against his now fully erect shaft with only the fabric of their clothes blocking the way.

Li Meirong leaned on Bai Qingyue, their foreheads meeting as they were both left heavily panting.

"Let us complete our marital duties." Bai Qingyue hoarsely announced and began to stride towards the cabin, holding her firmly in place while repeatedly grinding himself against her opening.

"No way! I haven't even agreed to marry you yet." Li Meirong's silvery voice was breathy and managed to seduce the Sovereign Lord in every single way, right before she ended her sentence with a mocking giggle. Perhaps it was the after-effects of their intimacy, her recent near-death experience or the result of her jumbled up hormones, whatever the case may be, Li Meirong felt intoxicated from his kiss.

Bai Qingyue stopped in his tracks and growled, "Woman, you are trying to kill your husband."