It had taken more than ten thousand years, but it seemed as though the Fox Lord had finally learned how to smile, the corners of his lips stayed curved upwards. He nodded his head once and guided her outside the courtyard.

In all honesty, it was getting rather late, and his wife was supposed to attend an early morning class tomorrow. Thus, Bai Qingyue allowed her to return home without any considerable delay.

After strolling side by side throughout the surrounding garden connected to the courtyard, he brought Li Meirong to the cabin.

When they finally reached the familiar doorstep, Li Meirong turned around and looked back at Zhu Qingyue.

One glance at that masculine beauty rendered her face a deep shade of red again.

Zhu Qingyue's long silken hair gracing his fine features like gossamer threads, along with his beguiling eyes enhanced by a set of long eyelashes casting heavy shadows upon his cheeks, gave the man a rather feminine and seductive appearance.

However, that was where the softness ended, the rest of him was all male. Aside from the broad shoulders, lean build, and outrageous height, it was his piercing stare akin to a ravenous wolf which pointedly branded him as a man.

Worse yet was that playful smirk of his, if she were to analyse it, it seemed partly tantalising and partly mocking, as though the owner of said smile was a stunningly beautiful, high and mighty ruler who looked down upon the world's inhabitants in contempt.

Li Meirong paused a moment to reflect upon her own behaviour and found herself acting quite unlike her usual self. Zhu Qingyue seemed to have a way about him that made her lose her composure and act rashly, childishly.

No one had ever affected her this way to that extent before. Whether it was embarrassment, happiness, frustration or anger, all of her emotions were heightened due to his presence in her life.

When she realised how deeply the man before her eyes had managed to etch himself into her heart in such a short length of time, she finally came to terms with her own feelings.

Following that, Li Meirong took a deep breath and forced her heart to calm down for but a moment as she gathered her courage. Tenaciously grasping the ends of Zhu Qingyue's collar, she stood on her tiptoes, pulled him to her and firmly planted her lips upon his.

Bai Qingyue was not even granted the opportunity to consider what kind of fortune had befallen him before he was yanked down, his mouth suddenly pressed upon a sweet softness.