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 of 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 tried not to gape.
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 lower member and spoke with a thick voice, "Then, please take care of me…"
Outraged by his request, Li Meirong averted her eyes from the 'tent' and screamed in frustration. "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 already promised to shoulder responsibility, to be my caretaker. Are your promises worth nothing?"
"No! If I make a promise, then I intend to keep it. It's just…" 'I didn't exactly know what my statement entails.' Li Meirong kept the last part of her sentence unsaid. It sounded silly even to her.
The disoriented woman facepalmed herself. Then, she took a deep breath, realizing she was never going to win an argument against him. He acted so differently now, from when they first met. She wondered what was real and what 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. She 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 her with hungry eyes.