It looked like a slip knot, but with a tug, it turned into a tight knot, the tension just right, not painful for her, yet inescapable.
Feng Yun looked silently at herself, "Are you craving crab?"
Pei Jue still wore a stern face, not stopping until he had bound her securely, and then slowly rose to his feet.
Feng Yun said, "Untie ."
Pei Jue ignored her.
He just stood there before Feng Yun, glaring at her, and began to pull open his collar...
He was wearing a Prince’s python robe, crafted from luxurious fabric, enhancing the depth of his eyes with a natural oppressiveness and dignity.
One garnt after another.
He tossed them onto the wooden stand nearby—
The arms and torso he revealed were firm and strong.
His nearly perfect robust figure appeared before Feng Yun’s eyes.
Feng Yun blushed involuntarily, "It’s broad daylight, you’re not afraid of ridicule, but I am."
Pei Jue ignored her.
Feng Yun was on the verge of fury.
Though the bindings did not hurt, they were uncomfortable.
She couldn’t stand it for a mont and her voice softened.
"My King..."
Pei Jue turned back to look at her, "Seeking a truce?"
He really held a grudge.
Feng Yun’s letter had not ntioned this, but that was roughly the gist—
Even by making concessions, she would go on living well, waiting for the day she would reunite with her beloved.
Sigh.
Feng Yun, oh Feng Yun.
This is called reaping what one sows.
Thinking from Pei Jue’s perspective, she sighed.
"Do as you please, My King."
Pei Jue glanced at her, noticing her sudden compliance, and his brow furrowed slightly.
"No need to grovel..."
Feng Yun: "I have always admired you greatly, My King."
Pei Jue snorted lightly.
Suddenly he lowered his head, his hands braced on either side of her, his gaze intense.
"I know what you’re thinking. Lady Yun, there’s no need to endure , feel free to be yourself..."
Feng Yun hesitated, "Pei Jue..."
She tried to explain further, but Pei Jue didn’t give her the chance, hooking the cloth strip and said coldly and indifferently, "After all... whether you endure or not, I won’t let you go."
"..."
"This is the destiny of you and in this life. Whether alive or dead, we are bound together..."
Feng Yun didn’t speak and watched as he wrapped the remaining strip of cloth around his wrist. Then he pulled her close and lifted her forcefully, heading to the bath chamber.
The steam was rising, filling the room with ripples.
Bathing was originally one of Feng Yun’s favorite activities, but now, with her hands and feet bound, she was at the rcy of Pei Jue doing it for her, making it an unbearable ordeal...
His hands were like keys unlocking a chanism,
She was so soft, so slippery, an ideal battleground for his prowess...
"Pei Jue."
"Mm." His jaw was clenched, his expression fierce.
"The letter was written by in the past, you can surely see that."
"Mm." He said nothing, his lips pressed tightly together, a grunt ca from his nostrils.
"So what’s the point of this?"
"There is." His eyes were bloodshot, but his hands were deliberate, watching her tense up, watching her beco absent-minded, watching her shiver lightly as if flying into the sky and then softly falling down, weakly gazing at him, panting softly.
All was quiet around them.
Neither of them spoke a word.
Feng Yun half-closed her eyes, unable to move her arms, so she lifted her feet instead, gently pressing them against him, stepping up...
It was a lose-lose either way.
Why not let herself enjoy it?
Feng Yun thought that Pei Jue just wanted to vent his anger and was ready to let him have his way this once.
But she had not expected...
Pei Jue’s desire for revenge was even stronger than she had imagined.
Not once, but for three days.
Right there in ixiang Academy, under everyone’s eyes, he did not leave the room for three days, even having als brought to the door by the maid.
Feng Yun had never felt so wanton before, overwheld with sha and anger, yet helpless against him...
She vaguely felt that Pei Jue was suppressing emotions.
And it was far more than just about the letter—
After all, the letter had been written before Andu City fell.
She had explained that already.
Soone like Pei Jue with such a temperant would not dwell on it.
There must be sothing else.
But what could be more serious than the letter’s contents and harder for him to let go of?
"No more..."
Pei Jue wrapped his arms around her, doing nothing but pressed against her, and she felt like she was going to combust, shivering uncontrollably.
"My waist..." Pei Jue asked, "Do you still feel wronged?"
"Not at all." Feng Yun’s voice let out a light moan, her hands grabbed his cheeks, forcibly pulling them apart, and she grimaced with a fierce grin, "I’ve never felt wronged."
Pei Wangzhi knew exactly how to tornt her.
Not by inflicting pain, but by making her irresistibly surrender herself wholly to his seduction, increasingly unsatisfied until she was fully ensnared in his trap, ti and again, compelling her to crave more, until, as if possessed, she complied...
Of course, he was not having an easy ti either.
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