"Lady Yun," Pei Jue whispered low at her lips, as if to console, "We can." His voice grew hoarse again, "We can."
Feng Yun had no strength to respond, her thoughts anxiously fixed on the people outside, on Ao Qi calling her "maiden" with a desperate tone, and her emotions couldn’t help but beco urgent.
Nerves made her so tense it was suffocating. Pei Jue’s breaths went from slow to quick, both their faces flushed red from the lamp light, their discomfort a shared sensation, sweat dripping, their heartbeats trembling together in the heavy air...
There were people outside.
People were...
They would hear them.
In tacit agreent and restraint, neither made another sound.
The occasional short gasps were all buried in the sounds of rain and wind, the chaotic, intense friction of their bodies close together lting into the tangled breath, letting the firelight morph into layers of shivers.
Feng Yun’s consciousness wavered.
Scenes from her past life surfaced in her mind so bizarrely.
That ti he ca back to the estate, it was already deep into the night.
The chessboard was set up in Feng Yun’s room, just like a chasm and barrier between them.
But that day, he didn’t give the chessboard another glance.
In those abyss-like eyes was an indifferent rage.
"Take it out, burn it."
He was staring at her when he said it.
The chess balance was kicked over, an expression of the Great General’s fury at being mocked. Feng Yun could tell, what Pei Jue wanted to smash to pieces and burn wasn’t the chess balance...
It was her.
"General..."
She gathered her clothes as she stood, the noble pride of a family’s highborn daughter making her feelings extrely restrained, so much so that even in such hardship, her dignity still showed through her brows...
She was very afraid, but still wanted to maintain her self-respect.
"Xiaoman, pour tea for the General."
"Get out," Pei Jue said calmly.
All his anger was in those burning black eyes.
Feng Yun signaled to the maidservant with a glance.
The people deferred and withdrew.
She didn’t dare provoke him further and softly said, "If the General doesn’t wish to play with your concubine, then let’s not."
Pei Jue remained silent.
In front of her, he was mostly speechless, and that day was no different. He closed in on her, seizing her and pressing her down onto the couch. The gauze canopy shook slightly. He didn’t even give her enough ti to adjust, to adapt, before he charged in.
"General."
In her panic, her tears flowed wildly.
Crying out an accusation.
"You said... your word ant nothing."
She sobbed her complaints.
Pei Jue’s dark eyes were heavy, silent.
He gripped her waist, unleashing a torrent of ruthlessness.
From beginning to end, he didn’t say a word to her.
As if she were rely an object for his amusent, devoid of feelings, unable to feel pain, he could remain cold-faced while doing such things to her, watching her collapse in shuddering tears, utterly indifferent.
"Won’t accept a loss in gambling... General... how can you be noble, how can you be a husband..."
He was never noble.
He was definitely not her husband.
She forgot.
He was just a warrior, a cruel and violent one with hands stained in blood, even if he had once patiently played chess with her for a month, willing to indulge her gambling on the ga, it was just like a fierce beast licking its prey’s wounds before snapping its neck.
It wasn’t compassion, just a way to make the prey more delectable.
The pain of that night took her three days to recover from.
She bit him, she also bit herself, shattered like a helpless doll.
And yet, even so, he didn’t get his way completely.
It was uncertain whether it was fortunate or not. Feng Yun’s constitution was exceedingly rare, paralyzed with tension...
Their fabulous mismatch seed like they were never ant to be together.
No matter how he tried to tear her apart, it took him so ti...
Until he conceded defeat.
Using all his skills to make her concede and plead for rcy, only then like a fish in water, gradually tasting the bliss therein.
Truly, delicious flavors always take effort. At that ti, she disliked Pei Jue, but as the wound healed, the pain was forgotten, eventually becoming irresistible.
Two people devoid of love, ludicrously found harmony and beauty.
The transformation of body and mind, it was uncertain when it started.
She was terrified and anxious about it.
Perhaps in the pure heart of a young girl, there was always the hope for so epheral affection, to have sentint and righteousness before willingly giving oneself away. Or perhaps after physical union, there cos a longing for souls to embrace as well. She constantly sought so affection from Pei Jue, for those favors that could comfort her heart.
Like having a child.
But Pei Jue could not give emotions, nor would he give her anything else.
Ti and ti again, they engaged in primal conquest and then he withdrew...
The cool breeze brought a chill.
Feng Yun’s throat welled up with a sour bitterness, and warmth gathered around her eyes.
She was imrsed in the grievances of her past life, unable to distinguish where she was at the mont, but even with her mind clouded and struggling to accept his presence, her body instinctively complied.
At this mont, she wasn’t the her of this life, but rather, more like her from a previous one.
She could no longer distinguish herself.
Her lips whimpered, with a hint of crying in her voice, making helpless sounds that made Pei Jue wish to tornt her ruthlessly...
Boom...
Like the sound of thunder splitting the sky.
The horizon underwent violent tremors, transmitting to the cave, as if the very ground itself trembled for a mont. Feng Yun instinctively clung to his waist, and in a flash of lightning, the man’s face shifted subtly, his breathing grew labored, and he lifted her injured leg, securing it as his handso face was lost in intense emotion, his breaths growing heavier...
Feng Yun couldn’t cry out with her mouth covered, and in an instant, she was flung into the heavens, her neck extending like a swan’s, trembling as if on the brink of death. Her slender waist elongated, her soft form shaking along with him, journeying towards an indescribable infinite paradise...
It seed like an instant.
Yet it felt like an eternity.
His dark eyes stared intensely at her, letting out a low, husky moan.
Then he exhaled silently.
Without a word, but the satisfaction was that of a demon unleashed. Those cold eyes returned to calm, as still as a pool of water.
The long-suffering body felt relieved.
There were many ways for a grown man to deal with his fiery vigour. Pei Jue had tried them, but no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to alleviate. The restlessness from inside out was intense, and at countless monts, he felt almost explosively uncomfortable yet helpless, even harboring the insanity of slaughtering the entire world...
This was his true dicine.
Only when he was entirely at ease could he soothe the madness of the beast within.
"General," a soft call made him suddenly tense.
When he saw the delicate beauty shifting absentmindedly, knowing it wasn’t the ti, he quickly gritted his teeth and withdrew...
A faint pop sounded by his ear, like when he was applying the dicine earlier, forcefully pulling out the stopper from the bottle.
Feng Yun’s mind spun with dizziness.
She couldn’t help but moan lowly.
Just by hearing a sound, her mind felt inexplicably soothed.
She couldn’t make out Pei Jue...
Nor did she care about Pei Jue.
She, just she alone, was breathing in the aftershocks.
Pei Jue cleaned up a bit, noticing Feng Yun with her eyes closed, her eyelashes fanning like shutters, her lips muttering unconsciously, the words unclear, but her consciousness was already blurry.
"Lady Yun?"
No response ca.
Pei Jue’s eyes darkened.
In the end, also unsure of who he was...
He irritably snatched the dried clothes and coldly dressed her. But that was clearly not what she wanted. She couldn’t even realize what she was doing, hugging him and rubbing against his body, like a fish just scooped out of water, dampening the clothes she wore in an instant, the whole person burning like a little furnace.
Pei Jue felt her forehead.
It was very hot.
He laid her down flat, as if realizing sothing, he bent her leg, and took the white porcelain bottle given by Puyang Jiu.
Jade Gates, the na of the dicine was rather fitting.
The beautiful view before him wetted the gauze dress, the Vermilion Doors blooming in stunning gorgeousness. Although Puyang Jiu was not a good person, he had a good na for the dicine, which was indeed appropriate. The delicate flower could not bear the weight, and just a little intake left it red and supple.
Indeed so delicate.
Pei Jue’s face darkened, his eyes heated.
This trial by fire was arduous.
Applying the dicine was torture for him as well.
But Feng Yun was clearly suffering even more.
The poison had built up to its peak, and instead of being soothed by relief, it made her insatiably greedy...
She had long forgotten where she was, or even whether this was her past life or the present; the scattered embers transford into a roaring blaze, threatening to burn her through...
"General, don’t go."
"Don’t go, don’t leave..."
She grabbed Pei Jue’s hand and slipped her fingers through his.
A low sound spilled from her throat, low like a sob.
At least she hadn’t mistaken the person. Pei Jue thought.
He comforted her with pats, gathered everything, and then embraced the delicate woman.
"Endure it. We’re going out to find a doctor..."
"General..." Feng Yun’s eyes, blurred, clung to him, wanting to say more, but when she opened her mouth, it was an unbearable low moan.
Pei Jue’s hand beca a knife.
Before Feng Yun could let out a sound, she collapsed into his embrace.
A secret joy like a dream.
Knocked out by Pei Jue, she lost consciousness.
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