Seeing Li Meirong looking so cute and innocent when she slept only drove Bai Qingyue to feel all the more protective over her.
The Fox Lord towered over Li Meirong, trapping the unsuspecting girl underneath him. He reached out a slender finger and tapped on her bottom lip. Her skin felt as soft and as supple as he remembered it. Bai Qingyue's pupils dilated as he stared at the beguiling beauty.
'Why is my foolish wife always falling into danger?' He thought, carefully placing his forehead against hers.
Fighting the urge to kiss her, Bai Qingyue sighed and stepped back, sitting in a cross-legged position on the wooden floor. Impatiently, he waited for Li Meirong to wake up.
As Bai Qingyue watched her sleep, he reconsidered his decision to permit the girl her freedom. Wouldn't she be safer if he locked her up and trained her day and night until her eventual ascension into a celestial being?
The wheels in his head kept turning incessantly.
The angered god curbed his fury and discontentedly pinched the space between his brows. Chaining Li Meirong now would render his previous endeavours fruitless, especially after all the efforts he put into his disguise, only to please her…
It wouldn't do. He'd have to maintain his presence in the sect until she becomes an immortal. In the meantime, perhaps using his father's private kitchens would suffice for his training.
As for the affairs regarding the clan, he'll simply move all of his belongings to the cabin and wait for her to agree to his proposal after he'd settle in. They were, after all, already married, even if his wife thought she had the privilege of having a say in the matter.
'A husband and wife should sleep under the same roof.' Bai Qingyue justified his future plans with that thought.
As for the dragon lurking in the sect...
His subordinates might not have known the reason for a member of the royal family to spy upon this low levelled cultivation world. However, Bai Qingyue knew all too well.
It would seem that the dragon clan had been aware of his father's whereabouts. Not to mention, they had probably been monitoring Bai Zhang's experiments and repeated attempts at breaking the curse.
Not that he needed any more reason to despise dragons, but the knowledge that Li Meirong had almost inadvertently died because of that spy had certainly added fuel to the fire.
Bai Qingyue silently clenched his fists as his eyes shown with a tint of murderous violet.