The Slender Waist-Chapter 296 - 205 Antidote Antidote_3

This damned thing.

"Are you seeking death, Waist?"

Feng Yun gasped for breath, regardless of what he said, only intent on saying what she wanted to say.

"I don’t want to leave anything for the Empress Dowager. Not a bit. I want to eat it all..."

Pei Jue’s eyes darkened, watching her in her unaware state.

He entered slowly, bit by bit opening her up.

"Lady Yun says, whose person am I?"

"The Empress Dowager’s person..."

Pei Jue supported her waist, took a deep breath, and thrust into her forcefully.

"Mine."

Feng Yun couldn’t bear it, her nails sinking into his skin, uncontrollably trembling.

"Not mine. The General is not mine..."

Pei Jue gazed intently at her, "Then whose is Lady Yun?"

Feng Yun gasped uncontrollably, "Brother’s. I only want Brother, only trust Brother..."

Blood rushing to his brain, Pei Jue caught his breath, "Then who am I?"

It was rare for him to talk so much, but unfortunately, Feng Yun couldn’t respond properly, each sentence nearly infuriating him to death.

"You are the Great General, Great, the greatest General..."

Pei Jue lowered his head, staring at her. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Suddenly filled with hate, he leaned down to bite her neck.

There was a considerable difference in their body sizes, and in order to bite her, he arched his muscular back, shifting all his strength forward. With that thrust, Feng Yun almost died, trembling twice like in a shudder, her mouth open before finally letting out a moan, "Got it..."

No man could stand such a tender cry, and Pei Jue nearly lost his composure. Barely restraining himself from throwing in the towel, he pinned Feng Yun’s hands above her head, his cold eyes demanding, "Got what?"

"The Great General..." Feng Yun mumbled without knowing what she was saying, the words she cried out unclear and confused.

"I haven’t seen the Great General for so long..."

She said softly, it had been so many years.

In the countless lonely nights in the Qi Palace, she had actually secretly longed for him.

Sometimes she would repeatedly recall the way they entwined, then foolishly shed tears.

So many years had passed.

Only this dream was the most real.

She murmured unconsciously, "Got it, Mr. Pei..."

Pei Jue was almost driven insane by her.

She was really eating.

Swallowing to death, it seemed she would spit him out at any moment.

He caught his breath and stopped.

She was unwilling, weeping with quivering sobs.

"Haven’t seen Mr. Pei for so long... How have you been, have you been well..."

Pei Jue lowered his head to kiss her, meticulously, like a male animal soothing a female animal that was injured.

Her delicate brows furrowed, unsure whether it was extreme pain or extreme pleasure, instinctively drawing from him, her mouth slurring, "Not enough... not enough..."

Pei Jue: "Waist, who am I?"

He really liked asking this question.

Feng Yun’s palm fondled his smooth muscles, and in her daze she thought Pei Jue had become quite boring.

He had never been like this before.

At such times, were these questions important?

"Not important..." That’s what she said.

She effortlessly tread on Pei Jue’s sore spot, igniting his icy rage.

"Lady Yun really knows how to court death." The man breathed rapidly, his long-standing illness and restraint igniting into frenzy, his hot desire like a beast unleashed, causing a chaotic, faint trembling.

Her entire body shook, her consciousness gone.

A long moan, and fire splashed from both places.

Returning to calm, only heavy panting and a dizzying emptiness remained...

The sound of rain outside fell on the green tiles, playing like music.

Chunyu Yan took a deep breath, raised his hand and flicked it, cursing disdainfully, looking at those wasted descendants, gnashing his teeth in anger.

"So many."

It’s high time for Feng Twelve to give him a status.

Sitting alone in the desolation for a moment, he tried to stand up, leaning on the wooden table, when the next room again let out a fine, entwined low moan, like the heralding of a second round of battle...

Chunyu Yan felt weak at the knees.

Pei Wangzhi was indeed a beast, at it again!

He sat down, gasping for air, his beautiful eyes like silk, his resentment dissipated, replaced by boundless emptiness.

Deepest in his heart, he was wrapped in a dense fear.

What great virtue did he lack in his past life that he had to encounter Feng Twelve, such an exasperating spirit?

How should he proceed if he can’t have her?

So young, should he really go buy a house next to Pei Gou’s?