Accidentally Married a Fox God

While the couple had been preoccupied in their bickering, the twins who were supposed to have been on their merry way to the Hall of Punishment, had instead sneaked back to observe Bai Qingyue and Li Meirong's interactions from the sidelines.

"Say… Sister, do my eyes and ears deceive me?" Xiao An Hua whispered to her sister, her big, round eyes widening in disbelief.

"How can that be? I'm here by your side, seeing and hearing the very same thing!" Xiao An Fei replied in a hushed voice.

"The Almighty God is flattering and indulging a human girl, shouldn't the roles be reversed?!"

"I'm not really sure what's happening anymore, to be honest with you. Maybe this human is particularly hard to please and His Lordship didn't manage to capture her heart?"

Xiao An Hua puffed a few short breaths in an incredulous manner. "Our Sovereign Lord is the most desired god in all the Heavenly Realm. There's no way a mere mortal would be able to resist his charms!"

Squinting her eyes as she watched the pair, Xiao An Fei shook her head and said, "Sister, I've seen men act this way before. He's definitely trying to show off his skills in order to impress the lady."

"Impossible, ah! His Lordship is a walking block of ice and hates receiving attention from females, much more trying to impress them!" Xiao An Hua exclaimed.

Xiao An Fei gently bonked her sister's head with a fist. "Fool! He's completely besotted because she's his fated person. It's not like he has much choice in the matter."

"Oh… right. But still, I've seen other Bai foxes with their fated ones, and usually, their counterparts were more than happy to be bestowed with the grace of marrying a celestial being. Why would our Sovereign Lord stoop so low as to pretend to be a weak mortal?"

"You know, they say some humans hate creatures that are different from them. Maybe the mortal girl wants to marry a human man. A male from her own kind? That would make sense."

Xiao An Hua went back to observing the Fox Lord. Despite performing only a few basic moves, His Lordship's every strike and gesture portrayed his nobility. His very form in itself was sheer work of art, pale hair shimmering under the glow of the moonlight, an expressionless face that seemed to have been carved from the finest jade, long and lean arms executing deadly killing moves like a skilled artist honing his craft.

She muttered under her breath, "Still! I cannot fathom this."