Warm Pavilion.
The lamplight flickered ambiguously, the gauze curtains swayed, exuding the scent of entwined intimacy.
The flas licked at the light source as if to devour the darkness...
Feng Yun casually straddled Pei Jue’s body, her shadow shallowly swaying with the twist of her hips.
One hand of hers propped on his arm, the other guiding the writing brush, like a great scholar patiently composing a masterpiece. Amidst her enchanting grace, the soft tip of the brush, under her control, glided over each inch of his stretched muscles, like a demon drawing one into the abyss...
"Guess what character this is, my King," she teased.
"Lady Yun..." Pei Jue’s voice was a bit hoarse, the breath caught in his throat turned into a deep, husky color of desire.
"Wrong guess? If you can’t guess it, I’ll just have to keep writing," she said.
Pei Jue:...
Whether he guessed it right or not, it was all up to her to decide.
The mont he had agreed to accept the punishnt, it was determined that he could not ask for fairness.
His only option seed to be to silently endure, to let her deal with him, to appease her, as though there were no other way out...
"Guess again, dear husband..." Feng Yun said with a flirty smile, "if you guess wrong, the punishnt will continue, oh."
Pei Jue’s breath was uneven, his voice as deep as the ocean, "Hatred?"
"Wrong," Feng Yun replied, "It’s clearly the character for ruthless."
"..."
"Guess again."
"Noon."
"Wrong, it’s cow."
"Tea."
"Wrong, it is the character ’tea,’ but with a slightly different pronunciation. My King, you’re not good at this; how co you can’t guess any right?"
There was no doubt about it, she was doing it on purpose.
Every character she asked him to guess was similar in shape; whether it was correct or not all depended on her whims. He could guess for a lifeti and never get it right.
Pei Jue felt blood rushing backward, his nerves jumping wildly. Just as he was about to move, she firmly pushed him back down.
"Don’t move. A real man’s promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold; you can’t break your word, my King." Feng Yun chuckled softly, her cheeks flushed as if drunk, smiling broadly, her eyes earnestly fixated on him as she brushed the writing brush from the base up, then slowly down, making him guess characters over and over.
Anyone would go mad in his place.
Pei Jue endured it, sotis unable to bear the itching sensation that bored into the core, his body slightly lifting only to be firmly held down by her until his muscles stiffened and he emitted an indescribable shiver. Then she let go...
Fine beads of sweat slid down his robust body, his hands clenched into tight fists, barely able to support himself...
"Lady Yun, stop it..."
"Isn’t it fun? I think my King quite likes it," Feng Yun said, her gaze locked on him, her voice filled with laughter, her eyelashes fluttering like fan blades, making her eyes appear very innocent.
The air was thick with tension.
Feng Yun had written countless characters by now, and finally, in a mont of rcy, she picked up the writing brush to examine the wet tip, laughed softly, then suddenly bent down to ask him.
"Le Zhengzi’s brush is indeed very useful. That night, did my King use it just like this?"
Pei Jue tensed, lifting his neck.
"You..."
He didn’t move for a long ti.
Clever Feng Shi Er Niang, she indeed knew everything.
Had she been pretending not to rember just to deceive him?
Pei Jue swallowed hard.
"Enough, Lady Yun..."
This punishnt must be enough by now.
She played to her heart’s content; he did not move, nor did he resist.
His self-control was already on the verge of collapse...
But Feng Yun countered, "It’s not enough."
She kissed his ear, her voice lingering seductively, "How could it be enough? We’ve only just begun, and there’s still this..."
Pei Jue grunted, a fine sweat breaking out across his forehead.
Feng Yun: "Like this?"
Pei Jue tensed his back, feeling as though a hundred thousand ants were crawling over him. Watching the detestable brush roam over his body, sweat poured more fiercely as he glared at her with his dark, deep eyes.
"Lady Yun, don’t play with fire," he warned.
Feng Yun gasped lightly, "So scary."
She then narrowed her eyes, looking at him with a playful smile.
"Luckily I was foresighted and tied up my King’s hands and feet. Don’t worry, I’ve tied them very securely; tonight, I will certainly give my King an unforgettable... Ah..."
Feng Yun truly had tied him up securely.
She had just pulled hard, and it seed impossible to break free.
She had never imagined that Pei Jue could break out, especially without her noticing, at a ti when she thought he could only surrender...
And there she was, helplessly falling into his hands.
She was flipped over completely, restrained by the man, becoming sowhat furiously embarrassed.
"Pei Gou, you’re cheating!"
Pei Jue humd low, "How am I cheating?"
Feng Yun retorted, "We had an agreent. If you were wrong, you would take the punishnt... allow to do as I please..."
"Haven’t I let you do as you please enough?" Pei Jue captured her chin, lifting her gaze, and as if unsatisfied, he leaned down to gently bite her, his voice husky: "Feng Yun, no one has ever dared treat this way, only you..."
Feng Yun’s eyes were slightly narrowed, "My King can’t handle the ga."
"You play with , I play with you, it’s all the sa."
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