Feng Yun had no idea what had agitated Pei Jue, he was quite different from before.
At this mont, he was like a wild beast, his entire body radiating an incredibly untad and restless wildness, silently seeking to devours her, bite by bite.
When Feng Yun got ruthless, she was truly ruthless.
And when she played coy, it was genuine as well.
Such a delicate, youthful beauty could hardly withstand being ravaged.
"Pei Gou, are you... ill?"
"Mmm." Pei Jue’s palm covered her soft curves, his voice low and muffled, "Lady Yun has the cure."
Her breathing grew heavier, and his words were still irritating.
Feng Yun was ready to storm back in anger.
"I went to Fangyun Hall today. I went to bully soone... Don’t you want to hear talk about it?"
"Don’t want to listen." He leaned over in full, hooked onto the thin nightgown, and pulled it off.
"Lie down."
"What?"
"Be obedient."
Feng Yun’s almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, she raised her foot trying to kick him, but unfortunately fell into his devilish grasp...
Pei Jue restrained her with one hand.
The other hand began to loose and unbelt his clothing.
Feng Yun stared at him, her eyes afla, left with nothing but gasping breaths.
Above the character for lust hangs a knife.
Not just Pei Jue.
She too was often bewildered by lust.
Perhaps too hasty, he did not fully remove the intricate garnts, simply untying the belt, pulling open forcefully to reveal a broad chest, a tight waist, swollen blood vessels - one look and you knew it was dangerous...
He was utterly different from Xiao Cheng’s kind of elegant gentleman.
Vitality, vigor, wildness, strength, agile as a cheetah.
It was all too much.
Feng Yun actually wanted to describe it as "vivacious and fragrant."
Clearly inappropriate, but yet perfectly describing Pei Jue at this mont.
The always serious and strict Prince of Yonghuai, even if not a moral gentleman, was always upright and stern towards anyone...
Who could imagine he could be so unrestrained when impassioned...
The matters between n and won are fluid, your move invites mine, finding rhythm brings tacit understanding.
No matter how verbally distant, claiming to seek only joy without entanglent, only flirtation without affection, what is penetrated is the body, what is stirred, still, is the heart.
When desire reached its peak, her eyes grew red, her neck stretched out, so powerless she seed like a piece of seaweed drifting with the waves, skillfully manipulated by him, lying, kneeling, arching, wrapping around, uncontrollably sinking or floating at his whim.
"Lady Yun." Pei Jue held her tightly, pressing their sticky, sweaty bodies together, his breath heavy and deep, he stopped and stared at her: "What did you want to say earlier? Now you can speak."
Speak?
How could she damned speak.
Feng Yun’s eyes were rimd red.
Violently pulled from the clouds, her heart tightened, pounding unstoppably.
The damned man was deliberately keeping her on tenterhooks.
"Pei Gou, can’t you do it?"
"What do you think?" His breath sprayed across her neck, his face expressionless, grinding back and forth, "Am I better, or is he?"
Feng Yun: "!"
Sweat beaded on her brow, her face reddened even more.
After all this ti, Pei Jue had never asked her such a question.
Before revealing the truth about her rebirth, he had no way to ask. Now, with their hearts laid bare, she couldn’t avoid discussing... her previous marriage to Xiao Cheng in her past life.
If there hadn’t been a child, she could have woven a lie of "never favored, never served in bed."
Why do n care so much about this?
Xiao Cheng had asked as well.
Feng Yun’s mind was in turmoil.
If she had been a bit more lucid, she could have ignored him, not answered, or dismissed it with a few words.
But she wasn’t clear-headed at the mont, pressed by Pei Jue into a state of limbo, her whole being in disorder, completely at his tempo.
"I don’t know..."
She didn’t want to talk about this.
It was nervousness, as well as guilt.
But with this tension, it was hard not to let Pei Jue know.
Physical reactions can’t lie; the warm, stifling, repeated clenching almost cost Pei Jue his life.
"Really?" His eyes dark as ink, he pinned her tightly beneath him and suddenly quickened, as if intending to use this thod to punish her for her forr betrayal...
Feng Yun couldn’t bear this sudden onslaught.
Unconsciously, she whined in soft surrender.
"You... you... it’s you..."
"What about ?"
Her hands wrapped around his neck, offering herself up.
"You... are better."
Pei Jue’s arms tensed up, he grunted, grabbed her knees, and they both trembled in the throes of intensity, unable to separate for a long ti...
Feng Yun felt it must be Li Sangruo who had cursed her.
Attending to a man was indeed no light task...
The next day when she awoke, her body felt as though it had been torn apart by a wild beast.
Startled for a mont, she looked at the bright daylight and suddenly sat up, "Xiaoman, quickly help dress, I need to go et my older brother..."
Daman chuckled softly outside the tent.
"Mistress, you must be confused from sleep. It’s nearly midday; the eldest young lord has already co and is discussing affairs with the king in Xingrendian."
Feng Yun sighed.
She couldn’t bla anyone else for this.
If she had been truly ruthless and refused, he wouldn’t have forced himself on her; in the end, she fell for his charms, muddled and unwittingly let him have his way...
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