"Ahh, ahh!"

The force of his ejaculation was akin to a volcanic eruption. The sensation was so overwhelming; it brought Li Meirong another unexpected shockwave of pleasure until her voice turned hoarse from crying, and tears trickled down her face.

The scorching hot semen flowed and filled her to the brim, and still kept spilling more.

Zhu Qingyue pumped her so full, the hot liquid seeped in a steady stream down her thighs.

Exhausted, she collapsed above him, enjoying a moment of release and basking in the afterglow as she relearnt to breathe again.

As Zhu Qingyue reluctantly released his hold on her waist, she gratefully used the opportunity to slowly dislodge herself from him.

To Li Meirong's great dismay, her legs were too weak to function, and she had to resort to crawling away on all fours.

As embarrassing as the situation was, she tossed her self-respect to the back of her mind and intuitively began to distance herself further away, away from him. She felt on the verge of fainting and dearly wished to slump on the bed and sleep the rest of the night away.

Contrary to her plans, Li Meirong was suddenly lifted into the air, effortlessly caught by Zhu Qingyue's powerful embrace. His long arms hooked under her knees as he scooped her up and travelled in large strides towards the bed.

"W-what are you doing?" Li Meirong's heart leapt.

"My dear wife, what does it look like I am doing?" Zhu Qingyue audaciously raised one provocative silver-coloured eyebrow as he gently laid Li Meirong's backside on the bed.

Li Meirong quickly used the last ounce of her strength to close her legs and fold her arms over her breasts, giving Zhu Qingyue a well-deserved death glare. However, she ended up squeezing the mounds together, unintentionally making for a far more tempting view.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" asked Zhu Qingyue mischievously.

Seeing Li Meirong's reaction, he amusedly regarded her with his arms crossed. Standing stark naked, his whole body gleamed invitingly with perspiration. Once again, his manhood stood provocatively alert, ready and eager.

"Definitely not!"

Zhu Qingyue's pupils dilated with interest as his gaze roamed over the shivering huddled feast that was Li Meirong laying before him.

"Surely, you don't assume your Husband's fire could be doused so easily?" he inquired at length, revealing a trace of wickedness as his thin lips hooked upwards. "I will have to trouble my wife to take care of me."

"Please, I can't take any more trouble. Y-you can't be serious..." she whimpered. 'This shameless, outrageous man, can't he see I'm exhausted?!'

"Everything is going to be fine," said Zhu Qingyue, licking his lower lip. He teasingly imitated her own previously spoken words. "Don't worry. I've got this all under control."

"..." Li Meirong's mouth hung wordlessly open. She realized that her inebriated decision had led her into another unexpected death trap!

One round after another, the pitiful, ignorant wife of the Sovereign Fox Lord had discovered and repeatedly reacquainted herself with all the sore parts of her body.

Birds chirped their morning melody by the time Li Meirong found out she had spent the entire night under Zhu Qingyue's tender and "merciful" care. That night's lesson had been carefully drilled into her; never try to outwit this black bellied man.