The Slender Waist-Chapter 136 - 104: Asura Cemetery_2

She doubted herself must be melting, she gasped out a sentence:

"I... General, wait, I’m somewhat indisposed..."

Pei Jue looked at her coolly, reached out to clutch her hand, and suddenly his voice deepened.

"You still have a chance."

Feng Yun’s mind was so blank it could have been painted with ink, and she did not react for a moment.

"What... what chance?"

Pei Jue’s hand slid down along her waistline, his face expressionless, his lips almost touching hers again... but unexpectedly, a slap, neither too light nor too heavy, landed on her soft buttock.

"Beg for mercy!"

"..." Feng Yun’s eyes widened.

Of course she knew what Pei Jue wanted.

If he hadn’t been so pent up, had longed for it so much, would he have hastened back to see her, crossing the Huaishui from Xinzhou right after the war had just ended?

What General Pei was best at was that very thing.

But she was suddenly slapped on the butt, awkward and panicked, her cheeks immediately burning hot and red.

What kind of silly pride, must she beg for mercy even when it’s inconvenient?

Feng Yun glared at him with red eyes, silent.

Pei Jue slightly loosened his grip, "Still refuse to confess honestly?"

Feng Yun’s heart seized up, "What do you want me to confess, General?"

Pei Jue looked at her intensely, his face a mask of indifference.

Feng Yun lowered her eyelids, "I was wrong."

Pei Jue asked, "What was the mistake?"

Feng Yun was torn and hesitant.

She guessed that Pei Jue was referring to the matter with Chunyu Yan, but also suspected that Pei Jue had only seen some traces and did not know the whole story, just testing her words, unwilling to walk into the trap herself.

So she held onto a sliver of hope, "I shouldn’t have..."

Suddenly she embraced his neck, her body soft as if boneless, leaning on him, soft and overwhelming, sealing his words with a kiss...

This move never failed.

Pei Jue instinctively tried to dodge, his eyes fixed on her, whether in shock or desire.

Feng Yun’s cool lips trembled as they approached, holding his neck tightly, like a tame little beast suddenly showing its ferocity...

Soon he surrendered, breathing heavily with suppressed desire, his knuckles nearly crushing her, yet his tense facial expression began to relax.

The crisis was averted, and the sound of rain in the world became even more lingering.

Feng Yun smiled triumphantly.

"I shouldn’t have written letters to seduce the Great General, causing the General to travel long distances back home without rest..."

Her breath lingered at the edge of his lips.

Pei Jue hugged her tightly, as though he could hardly stand not to throttle her.

"How should I punish you?" he asked in a hoarse voice, alluring in his inquiry, while his ardently hot body continued to press her into trembling non-stop.

That was the true punishment.

There was a glistening softness in Feng Yun’s eyes, unable to withstand this, she looked up at the man before her with his fierce features, teasingly chuckled in a low voice.

"... I know what the General is thinking." Feng Yun whispered as she slipped her hand inside his clothes, "The General can’t take it anymore, right? Beg me, beg me and I might just help you?"

Pei Jue: ...

How dare this girl speak such heretical words?

Feng Yun continued leisurely, "Otherwise, if the General tires of me later, despises me, I would become distraught. But if the General begs me, I can comfort myself that I was sought after by the General, and that would make it somewhat sweeter, wouldn’t it..."

Pei Jue prodded her face, struggling to hold back.

"You’ll have your sweet treat."

"How sweet?"

"What do you think?"

"How so..."

"Enough to satisfy."

Feng Yun clicked her tongue.

In the past, General Pei would never have spoken such words at such a time.

Feng Yun couldn’t be bothered to think about what he had experienced, how much practice he had in the bedroom; she just smiled and said, "You men, which one of you isn’t saying one thing and thinking another? You say there’s a sweet treat, but who knows, perhaps in your heart, you’ve already slaughtered me a thousand times over."

This time, Pei Jue didn’t retort.

Instead, he continued in a deep and cold tone, informing her.

"I have thought about it."

Feng Yun looked up, "What?"

Pei Jue embraced her, a stifled growl emerging from his throat.

"Slaughtering you, a thousand times, a hundred times."

With a smile in her eyes, Feng Yun glanced at him, "Then let’s see, General, how would you prefer to slaughter me to make it more delicious? Would it be to stew me till it’s tender, or to braise me till it’s flavorful?"

Was she born with bewitching bones? Pei Jue’s eyes fell on her slightly disheveled hair, her lips slightly parted as she spoke, making him momentarily breathless, clenching his jaw to fight off the violent desire wanting to erupt.

She was completely oblivious to the danger, laughing again and asking:

"Or would the General prefer to eat stealthily, I hear stolen treats taste better?"

"Indecent." Pei Jue narrowed his eyes fiercely, finally understanding this little minx’s motives.

She simply refused to let him continue questioning her.

Pei Jue pursed his lips slightly, like a devil adept at playing with people’s hearts, leisurely holding her in the palm of his hand, wantonly toying with her, eliciting a string of deep, bone-melting tickles until she involuntarily whimpered, begging for mercy.