The Slender Waist-Chapter 194 - 137 Struggle
Feng Yun opened her eyes wide, biting her lower lip; her eyes were red with anger.
Pei Jue gently stroked her hair. "Today is not convenient. The Qi Army fears a sneak attack..." π§π³π¦β―ππ¦π·π―ππ£π¦π.πΈπ°π
Outside the city, Xiao Cheng was preparing siege works, ready to break in at any moment. As the Commander, at such a time, indeed he should not be indulging in such folly.
However, the thought of Xiao Cheng outside the city spurred Feng Yun on even more.
"That would be even better. Donβt you want to infuriate him? Isnβt it perfect?"
She had long stopped wanting to be the good person.
Acting on her whims, she coiled around him like a serpent, her nails digging deep into his arm.
Pei Jue, letting her pinch him without complaints, easily subdued her, unhesitatingly twisting her around, so her legs hanging over his waist could no longer exert any force.
Feng Yun hated being dominated by force. Angry and pouting, she blurted out her sarcastic comment, "Xiao Cheng keeps calling me his legitimate wife, right? So while heβs outside attacking the city, youβre inside sleeping with his wife..."
Pei Jueβs eyes darkened. "Feng Yun!"
This was a warning for her not to spout nonsense.
Feng Yun wasnβt actually that kind of person, but when stirred up, she didnβt feel like behaving anymore.
"What is the General concerned about?" Feng Yun slowly moved, her voice as seductive as water, "If the Qi Army comes to battle, just let the defending generals tell them that the Great General is busy soothing their Emperorβs wife, deeply engaged in the heat of battle, unable to spare time to slaughter them, so they should clean their necks and wait... mm..."
Pei Jue scooped her up onto him, biting her mouth as punishment, and instinctively clutched at her snow-white, alluring curves, pinching her so hard she deformed. The sudden brutality, laced with annoyance and wildness, brought astonishing gasps from both him and her.
The fiercely restrained emotion erupted.
It was as if his eyes had been tempered by fire.
"Lady Yun, who taught you to be so bad?"
The question came out of nowhere. Feng Yun was angered by his rudeness and stared discontentedly at his eyes, getting close enough to see his pupils, "Wasnβt it the General who spoiled me?"
Pei Jue caught her hand, pulling it closer, his voice hoarse, "Iβm a common man, donβt tempt me."
Feng Yun was nearly laughing to death.
Is this a common man?
Heβs almost like a saint who can resist any temptation.
"Wasnβt that the agreement?"
Feng Yun slightly lifted her head, a hint of a smile on her face.
"We cast aside constraints, took what we needed from each other, and were to enjoy ourselves to the fullest when together... Has the General changed his mind, feeling itβs a bad deal, thinking itβs better to hand me over to Xiao Cheng in exchange for the city, for a truce, right?"
Before she spoke that line, Pei Jue had a somewhat decent expression. As the words left her mouth, his frightening visage grew slightly colder, grabbing her waist and lifting her up, placing her aside without allowing resistance, and propped a soft pillow behind her.
"Iβll make sure you have your fill after the battle ends."
Feng Yun suspected there was something abnormal about Pei Jue in this life.
Clearly enduring discomfort, but acting as if nothing had happened.
"You sleep." Pei Jue sat up.
Expressionless, as serene as clouds, as gentle as the breeze.
Feng Yun squinted her eyes to examine him, "What is the General going to do?"
She wouldnβt have asked in the past, but now she had to.
He wouldnβt have answered in the past, but she asked, and he casually replied.
"Find Puyang Jiu..."
He stopped halfway through his sentence, then added another sentence.
"Check on the wounded soldiers."
She couldnβt say why, but Feng Yun felt as if he was holding back a surge of frustration. Every time he touched her, when emotions got out of control, it seemed like he was competing with himself, wildly wanting, yet wildly rejecting, two different Pei Jues pulling at extremes...
This was not the man she knew.
Had something happened to him, something different from his past life?
Feng Yun calmed down, gently tugging at his hand.
"Thereβs no rush this moment, letβs talk, about Xiao Rong."
Pei Jue fell silent for a moment, then agreed.
He then shifted her a bit more inward, before settling down.
Feng Yun stared blankly at him, his jawline severe with serious intensity, as if he was some earthly beauty and she was a malevolent spirit preying on men and women?
"Pfft!"
She could not help but laugh out loud.
A joyful laugh, without a trace of pretense.
"Is the General guarding against me?"
Laughing, she pulled him over, then covered them both with the quilt.
"Donβt be afraid, I promise not to touch you."
The role reversal pleased Feng Yun immensely. It seems that the actions of the person one faces are related to oneβs own behavior; when she took the initiative, Pei Jue became wary.
"Lie down. You must be tired, lying down will make talking more comfortable."
Pei Jueβs pupils flickered, compromising by leaning back.
Feng Yun glanced at him, growing serious, "With Xiao Rong in our hands, the General can make a big move."
Pei Jue frowned, "How so?"
Feng Yun said earnestly: "Xiao Cheng has only this sister, whom he treasures like a gem. As long as the General is willing, you could demand that Xiao Cheng withdraw his troops."
