The Slender Waist-Chapter 193 - 136: Where to Find Pity_2

Her arms shot up and violently clasped around his neck.

"Has the General forgotten what he said?"

"What?" he asked.

"That day upon leaving Changmen, you left a note, saying you would... treat me well? Hmm?"

Her voice was enchanting and provocative, as if she were teasing him.

Pei Jue’s breath hitched, his grip on her shoulders tightened abruptly.

Their gazes met in the air, their breaths mere inches apart.

Some things didn’t need to be said to be understood, yet today Pei Jue was exceptionally restrained, his eyes firmly fixated on her as if he wanted to peel away every inch of her skin, fierce and intense, yet his body remained still.

Feng Yun grew impatient, lifting her head to search for his lips...

"Dirty," he avoided her unconsciously.

Having come down from the city walls, covered in dust and weariness, he didn’t want to touch her.

Feng Yun, hearing this word "dirty," became furious, straightened her back and lunged forward to bite him, missing his mouth and catching his chin instead.

She bit down with some force, surely it hurt. Pei Jue, however, made no sound, grabbed her and pinned her under his armor, preventing her from moving.

Feng Yun started to wriggle.

Using hands and feet, her panting hung like hooks in the man’s heart.

The more he restrained, the more frantic she became, involuntarily crashing into him. His body was more honest than his mouth, already desperate. Softness met hardness and friction sparked fine fireworks, sending electric currents into their blood, both unable to suppress a trembling sigh of restraint.

"Stop it," Pei Jue breathed heavily.

Reining in the reckless little deer, his eyes full of warning.

The naive creature, unaware of danger, would suffer and likely blame him again.

The girl’s eyes were reddening with annoyance from nowhere, Pei Jue couldn’t understand it, and in response, he twisted her hand tighter, "Don’t move."

Feng Yun was very angry.

She hit him, without politeness.

Cotton striking stone produced little reaction.

She hated her own lack of strength.

Unwilling to show weakness before him, yet naturally disadvantaged in strength, she grew increasingly anxious.

Since her rebirth, she had enjoyed being in control of everything. As soon as she lost control, panic would arise from her heart, as fearful of death as if drowning...

"Can you, General?"

The angrier she was, the calmer and more contemptuous she became. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Pei Jue looked as if he saw a volatile little fox before him.

Throwing a tantrum for not getting candy.

He silently lowered his head, offering his face for her to kiss.

Feng Yun looked askance with disdain, "Dirty."

Pei Jue was taken aback.

Only then did he understand why she acted this way, a pair of pitch-dark eyes melting from cold ice into burning flames, engulfing him unabashedly.

"I don’t really despise you," she said, making him laugh in exasperation once again.

Was all their quarreling about this?

"You are the master. It’s right for you to despise. I should be grateful I haven’t been sent away," she said with tearful eyes, proud and seductive, without a hint of sincerity, even pressing with aggression as if to drive him mad.

Pei Jue kept his emotions in check, slowly released his hold, and moved down her back, pressing hard near the tailbone. Feng Yun couldn’t help but moan softly, arching her back slightly, and as the clothing pressed beneath her loosened, he explored leisurely from underneath her clothes.

"Don’t." Feng Yun pressed down on his hand.

Pei Jue paid no attention, lowered his head and bit into her.

One hand unfastened the silk knot, revealing trembling peaks of jade-like flesh and a waist so fine it seemed it could break, her form svelte as if bewitched. Despite being wrapped in a thin layer of fabric, it appeared almost transparent. He didn’t use much force, and to say he bit her was more like he was grinding his teeth...

Feng Yun arched her back, trying to kick him with her foot.

Pei Jue caught her foot, playing with it.

Slowly letting go, he pinched her waist and lifted her high.

Feng Yun’s body was extraordinary, seemingly delicate and frail, yet the places that should be fleshy were indeed outstanding, plump and swollen, even her waist, where flesh shouldn’t have been, wasn’t the kind that would hurt the hand with thinness, but was soft as cotton, seemingly boneless, slipping through the fingers like a fish...

In the palm, not held firmly, she slipped down.

The bed quivered.

Pei Jue’s eyes grew hot.

Frail bones and lush flesh, soul-stirring curves, where on her is not to be cherished?

His expression was clear and cold, yet he struggled to control his strength.

Feng Yun spoke in embarrassment and annoyance, "General, you’ve hurt me."

Pei Jue stopped, his breathing rough and urgent, as if in an instant he was back on the battlefield, wanting to command his troops to eradicate the enemy without leaving a trace...

Thus, Feng Yun was pulled into his embrace without any resistance, her body pressed against his, like a young rabbit fallen into a beast’s cave, her mouth agape, with fangs bared, a fierce beast in its armor roaring, eager to tear her to shreds.

She trembled slightly.

Sensitive as if about to faint.

Pei Jue sensed something and took her hand.

The beauty with frail bones and lush flesh had delicate and lovely hands, her fingers slender and fair like tender onions, their fragile quivering against Pei Jue’s calloused, rough hand created a shocking contrast, like a tiny rabbit in the grasp of a tiger.

But Feng Yun couldn’t see this.

Anxiously, she clasped his hand tightly, her patience wearing thin.

He steadily steadied her, fingers interlocking.

His hand, twice the size of hers, with distinct knuckles and wheat-colored skin, his coarse fingers opened to separate her slender joints one by one, leaving her unable to close them, revealing the soft pink spaces between, as if a little force would tear them apart...

"Lady Yun."

Suddenly, his eyes reddened as he called out to her.

"Do you realize what you are doing?"

Feng Yun’s heartbeat raced.

He looked at her, his gaze lingering on their interlocked hands, one large, one small, cleaving together sharply, a silent signal as if awakening some primal awareness in their marrow, resembling the contest between a male and a female beast, no need for words, they could easily capture the deep-seated impatience and longing hidden in each other’s breath...

Without speaking, she firmly wound her pale knuckles around his coarse hand, but could not shake him in the slightest.

He held her firmly, his power intimidating her.

This was something the seventeen-year-old Feng Yun of a past life didn’t understand.

The Feng Yun of now understood, yet still bore the appearance of a seventeen-year-old...

So small, so delicate.

In Pei Jue’s eyes, naïve and fragile.

His Adam’s apple moved, he slowly rose up, no longer pressing down on her.

"Wait a little longer..."

This made Feng Yun astonished, her face flushing completely.

It started as a joke, but as the atmosphere set in, she felt things were naturally falling into place.

Pei Jue was no saint either; what was he hesitating for?