Chapter 191 Still Famished?

This insufferable bully!

After hearing those words, Li Meirong got so mad she bit him even harder!

Wasn’t he basically taunting her? She’d make him regret treating her like a fool!

However, It didn’t take long for her resolve to dampen as she soon felt her jaws truly start to hurt...it would seem the infuriating man’s concern was not just empty words. As for Zhu Qingyue, he simply stood there unfazed, as if he were a beautiful statue that couldn’t feel a thing.

The man towering over her affirmed his previous response, "See, I told you this would happen. Could it be that you are still famished? Would you like me to arrange another meal for you?"

A hint of amusement coloured his words.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"..." There was nothing left for Li Meirong to say!

Feeling helpless, Li Meirong wanted to punch the man, but couldn’t afford to take the risk of actually hurting him. She didn’t want a repeat of what occurred back at her home, and had to continuously remind herself that Zhu Qingyue was sick, so she shouldn’t use too much force on him.

Meanwhile, a completely different thought occupied Bai Qingyue. He couldn’t help but pinch the adorable nose on his wife’s grouchy face. With her large eyes shimmering like a lake under the moonlight glow, glaring daggers at him, and her cheeks puffed up in anger, she was, quite frankly, the cutest looking thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Li Meirong wanted to yell at him but suppressed herself. It was clear to see that no matter what she did, Zhu Qingyue always had the upper hand. With that realization, she chose to carefully retreat. She slapped his hand away from her nose and slowly unclenched her hold on his wrist, revealing a fine set of teeth marks decorating the otherwise unmarred skin.

"No need. I’m full, thank you. I should be going now..." Li Meirong gritted through her teeth.

At once, Bai Qingyue covered his arm inside his sleeve to hide the teeth marks which instantly disappeared.

He faintly smiled and extended his hand for her to hold, "Then I shall walk you back home."

With a huff, she strode a few steps forward, seeming to ignore the man. But then, under the pretense of reluctance, she reached back with her dainty hand and grasped his wide palm.

"Okay." Li Meirong answered.

At the sound of her acceptance, she felt his hand gently squeeze her own. His palm, she noticed, was that much larger than hers and felt hot to the touch, his grip also somehow made her feel safe and secure.