It was then that he raised his voice fiercely to pressure her:
"Speak! Why was Chunyu Yan in your bed?"
He indeed knew.
He also knew that the beauty was Chunyu Yan.
Even if Pei Jue hadn’t seen Chunyu Yan’s face, he would recognize that Suiyu Sword.
Feng Yun compromised.
"Killing a man doesn’t go beyond the head, there’s no need to interrogate like this..."
"Is that so?" Pei Jue’s voice was inexplicably tense.
Feng Yun cried out with a delicate voice, grabbing his wandering hand.
"Kill or flay as you please, General, just don’t torture ..."
"To kill, and to flay. Killing thoroughly, leaving not a single piece of armor."
Feng Yun beca sowhat breathless.
She suddenly realized that this Pei Jue was simply a lustful rival who t his match in her, no longer the ignorant General Pei from before, able to keep up with whatever she said, often leaving her at a loss for words.
"Don’t... It’s really not a good ti for ..."
Feng Yun suspected Pei Jue might kill her.
Truly, the kind of death that’s thorough.
"Please spare this once, General."
She shalessly begged, winding her body around his, cooing and cajoling him without any sense of sha...
As long as General Pei was pleased, it was still easy to talk to him.
Indeed, Pei Jue’s brows were tightly furrowed, staring dead at her, his breathing growing heavy as if his bones had softened, sweating profusely, his eyebrows finally relaxing. A suppressed moan rolled out from his throat, his breaths heavier than before.
Yet his mind remained clear, not muddled by desire. He grabbed Feng Yun and pulled her away, asking in a low voice:
"Tell , what exactly is going on between you two?"
Feng Yun looked at him with enticing, silky eyes.
"It seems we’ve been played by the Zhang brothers."
"Oh?" Pei Jue clearly didn’t believe her, "If that’s the case, why let them go?"
Feng Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a smile full of unspeakable secrets.
"Has the General ever heard of ’casting a long line to catch a big fish’?"
Pei Jue examined her for a mont, then slowly embraced her and flipped her over, and Feng Yun compliantly snuggled into his embrace. Her petite fra pressed so closely against him magnified the difference in their bodies, as if a fragile little rabbit had fallen into the embrace of a great beast.
"Had I not co, how would you have dealt with it?"
Perhaps it was Pei Jue’s overly friendly deanor that night, perhaps it was Feng Yun having already broken through that unimportant self-respect, no longer caring for face.
She laughed, her gaze eting Pei Jue’s inquisitive eyes, and promptly threw him a seductive glance, playfully chiding.
"The General saw everything, didn’t you? Why ask."
She had no idea what her coy self looked like...
Or how bewitchingly charming she could be...
Pei Jue squeezed her waist tightly, every vein in his body seemingly ready to burst, his presence overwhelming, scaring Feng Yun into withdrawing, only then raising her eyes to ask:
"But I have a question... where did the Crown Prince Chunyu go?"
Pei Jue: "He left."
Feng Yun let out a relieved sigh.
Such a handso and endearing Crown Prince Chunyu, if he had fallen into Pei Jue’s clutches...
No, that’s wrong, the Chunyu Yan that Pei Jue saw at that ti was after she had done his makeup, that strikingly beautiful appearance having caught the eye of lustful Pei Jue...
She suddenly wondered if Pei Jue, seeing a fragrant and tempting beauty in the bed from the window, would show his true colors and pounce to nibble on her?
Then what would Chunyu Yan’s reaction be?
What exactly did the two of them say, and how did Chunyu Yan leave?
Such a scene would have been a spectacle, and she had missed it.
"Such a pity."
She blurted out without thinking, only then noticing his pressing gaze.
"What is the lady talking about?"
"It’s nothing."
The delicate atmosphere was pushed to an uncontrollable situation.
Pei Jue couldn’t endure the torturous ordeal any longer, pulled down the bed curtain, and his body lood down. Feng Yun couldn’t hold back, and cried out, "General."
The calluses on Pei Jue’s hands created a shiver through her thin clothes.
Feng Yun knew her own reactions like the back of her hand, her body trembling, her lashes fluttering, her consciousness drifting in a daze, only then realizing the man hadn’t grasped what she ant by "it’s not a good ti for ."
Seeing him almost lose control, unable to contain herself from losing all decorum, Feng Yun then grabbed his face, barely managing to part her breaths in haste.
"I have my period..."
"What?"
Feng Yun buried her face in the crook of his neck, letting out a low chuckle, about to speak when suddenly, a collision noise ca from under the bed, as if soone was struggling intensely.
She looked up in alarm: "What’s that noise?"
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