He didn’t know that Feng Yun loved seeing him just like this.
Restrained and unexpressive, yet his breathing and gaze were in utter chaos.
Perhaps she had had enough of his cold nature, or perhaps having died once, she no longer cared whether others were pleased or not. All she cared about at this mont was her own emotions...
Pei Jue said she was crazy.
Chunyu Yan also said she was crazy.
Xiao Rong went even further by cursing her as a madwoman...
So she embraced her madness with open arms.
Half reclining on the couch, her eyes half-closed, she added a touch of enchantnt, seemingly oblivious to danger. Her fingers caressed his armor, fiddling with it, from top to bottom.
"Take it off, isn’t it heavy?"
"It’s not heavy."
"I think it is."
Feng Yun then started pulling at it as if she wanted to pry open the iron cage and release the beast trapped inside. Seeing her like this, Pei Jue initially indulged her. But later, as she beca more and more inappropriate, he stopped tolerating her behavior. Seizing her slender waist with one hand and pulling her frail arm over her head with the other...
How could a re girl muster the strength to contend with a General?
Gasping and struggling were of no use.
Her body shivered, and her eyes reddened.
"You’ve hurt ."
Her hair was disheveled, her clothes loosened, her cheeks under the smoky light looked like beautifully carved jade without a single flaw, and her waist folded into a voluptuous curve, revealing her silhouette.
In such a face-off, a mist of grievance and natural seductiveness ca easily to her eyes as if it were innate.
"You only know how to bully , General."
Her face flushed with color, her words tinged with complaint, unable to lower her arms or free herself, she fluttered weakly in his embrace like a tender bird, a picture of helpless vulnerability...
And Pei Jue had used only one hand, still holding back his strength.
Upon closer inspection, her delicate wrist had turned red under his fingers, and her eyes too had reddened, a beautiful shade.
It was as if she had suffered the greatest injustice.
Pei Jue stayed still, leaning in to gaze at her intently.
"Xiao Cheng sent an emissary to negotiate peace before the battle," he said.
Feng Yun stared blankly for a mont, then raised her eyebrows.
"At this very mont, General, don’t you think this spoils the mood?"
Bringing up Xiao Cheng when things were just getting interesting, who was he trying to kill?
Daylight filtered through the window, casting a beam between them.
Feng Yun stared into those dark eyes, silent for a mont, then laughed lightly, neither too gently nor too harshly.
"Xiao San wants you to release Xiao Rong? What conditions did he offer?"
Pei Jue replied, "He wants you."
Feng Yun’s eyes curved into a smile, her expression innocent, yet her body refused to stay still, rubbing gently against the seams of his iron armor, "Did you agree, General? Is a re Feng Family girl actually worth a whole city?"
Pei Jue didn’t answer.
And that set off the anger at the bottom of Feng Yun’s heart.
"n are really interesting, treating concubines as commodities for exchange. One mont there’s romance and passion, the next mont they’re handed over with a bow. This one worth two ounces, that one worth a thousand gold pieces, all waiting to be sold at the right price. Inanimate objects have their value, but none of them are treated as people, only as playthings..."
Pei Jue tensed slightly, "I did not agree."
Feng Yun pursed her lips, watching him.
"So, how should I properly thank you, General, for not giving away?"
Pei Jue’s gaze deepened, detecting the sarcasm.
He asked, "Xiao Cheng is so humbled, willing to exchange a city for you. Are you not moved at all?"
Feng Yun smiled faintly, her eyes cold but sohow more bewitching.
"So what? The food in the neighboring pot always slls better. If you hadn’t claid , he would have long since disregarded as an old shoe..."
Perhaps ntioning Xiao Cheng had brought out all the hatred and malevolence in her heart. The more she looked at Pei Jue like this, the less patient she beca, her eyes glazy with desire, just wanting to devour him quickly.
However,
General Pei was really a blockhead.
Even that thick armor couldn’t contain his proud arrogance, and as it obviously strained against him, he could still discuss this matter seriously?
What a contradictory General.
On one side, there was his cold restraint, on the other, volcanic flas. Feng Yun couldn’t understand how he managed to rge such absolutely discordant aspects within himself?
In this life, Feng Yun considered herself to have a better temperant than in her past life, not shy or coy, not avoiding sentintality, and Pei Jue actually beca more polite.
Could it be that having lived a second life, she was no longer the ’Red-Faced Disaster’ the Fortune Teller had once described? Had she lost her allure to him?
Human nature is despicable, thought Feng Yun.
In her previous life, when Pei Jue had tornted her severely, she had cried out in agony, begging for life or death. Now that he was no longer willing to bully her, she found herself missing the way he would erupt like a volcanic fla when he lost control of his emotions...
How long had it been since she’d seen Pei Jue like that?
Could it be that aside from her, no one in the world knew, in the places unseen by others, that the calm and self-assured General Pei could have such a frenzied visage?
Feng Yun hung uncomfortably.
She longed to tear off that cold mask.
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