Maybe it was because she already felt drained from all the accumulated pleasure that she didn't take much notice of his words. She was too preoccupied with basking in the afterglow akin to the one Zhu Qingyue gave her all those years ago at the brothel.

Suddenly, his mouth on her flesh felt so good and so right, she didn't want him to ever stop.

Despite Zhu Qingyue's dominating position on top of her, she felt cherished by the way he held himself back from going straight to having intercourse. His movements at times turned slightly aggressive, yet she was easily able to discern how difficult it was for him to restrain himself.

The way he struggled to contain his urges and treated her with tenderness as though she was a porcelain treasure, made her feel that she made the right decision. That this time she chose the right man this time and nothing would go wrong between them.

The silver hair cascading down Zhu Qingyue's torso slithered across Li Meirong's smooth belly.Tickled by the sensation of the pale strands on her skin, she couldn't help but giggle softly between moans of pleasure as the man lowered himself downwards, trailing kisses across her stomach and edging ever closer to the sensitive area between her thighs.

Li Meirong closed her eyes tight, pressing her thighs together with fear and anticipation. For a moment there, she felt his hands roving down on her, parting her legs apart, and then…

Then there was nothing.

When Li Meirong opened her eyes again, she saw Zhu Qingyue's figure was somehow already standing by the doorway in less than the blink of an eye.

His monolid eyes had altogether shifted from molten gold to a glowing violet, silver hair floated around him by sheer force of inner power, and the former lust filled expression grew ice cold, barely concealing the rage hidden within.

He looked so feral all of a sudden. His nails extended into sharp deadly claws, and for a moment there, she could have sworn that when his lips drew back in a snarl, she saw a pair of fangs peeking from inside.

"Stay where you are. I shall be back shortly." Zhu Qingyue practically growled the words, vanishing into thin air.

"Okay, I'll wait for you…"

Li Meirong's low response was met with empty silence. She hugged the blanket around her, covering her nude form, wondering if she hallucinated all the events that had transpired.