The Slender Waist-Chapter 386 - 276 Not a Gentleman

Xiaoman left with joy, while Daman came in silently to change the bedding and carried the old one away.

Feng Yun noticed that her eyes were red, as if she had cried, but didn’t ask any questions.

She had just intercepted Feng Jingteng on his way back and, after struggling to finish their conversation, had returned to her room with her head down. Only now had she come out.

There wasn’t much Feng Yun could say to persuade her.

Many things in life require one to ponder on their own, experience, and find liberation from them...

Everyone must hit the south wall themselves to realize the pain before turning back.

These past days, as Jin and Qi were negotiating, it wasn’t just the Envoys leading the charge and matching wits with the Qi side; Pei Jue, the Great General, was also under tremendous pressure.

After preparing the water, Feng Yun urged Pei Jue to take a bath, and he complied seamlessly.

Once the door to the cleansing room closed, Feng Yun leaned back on the soft couch, ready to read a book for a while. But she had only flipped to the second page when he rushed out from the inner room, wrapped in a robe, a vast expanse of his robust muscles exposed. He moved so swiftly, as if there was some urgent matter, his face so stern that Feng Yun was startled into sitting up.

"What’s the matter?" she asked.

Pei Jue remained silent and approached her, seriously lowered his head, and asked,

"What were you about to say earlier?"

Feng Yun: ...

His interruption almost made her forget.

She closed the book and calmly told him about Feng Jingteng’s visit that day.

Pei Jue asked, "Do you want to go back to your parents’ home?"

The term "parents’ home" made Feng Yun feel a bit uncomfortable.

But seeing that Pei Jue’s hair was still dripping wet, she didn’t feel like saying much more.

"I have no desire to deal with them. But given the current situation, it’s not good to be openly hostile. I also wouldn’t want to trouble the General."

Pei Jue hummed in acknowledgment, "It’s no trouble for me. It all depends on your wishes."

He paused before adding, "It just so happens that my family is coming over; they could meet." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Feng Yun instinctively frowned.

Given Pei Jue’s character, he would normally disdain contact with the Feng Family, perhaps even finding a single glance too bothersome.

Yet now, he was willing to let his family meet the Fengs, which was quite inconceivable...

"Now that we’re husband and wife, even if we dislike it, we must acknowledge it."

Pei Jue glanced at her, then went back to the cleansing room to continue his bath.

Feng Yun sat there holding the book, unable to focus on reading.

No matter what, it’s impossible to circumvent the family; wherever you go, people will trace your origins...

The reason her marriage with Pei Jue was often considered a "child’s play" was due to the absence of the approval by both families’ parents and elders.

Refusing to acknowledge the Feng Family door and not allowing both families to meet openly always seemed a bit insufficient in the eyes of others.

Thus, Pei Jue’s current actions...

Was he planning to act as a proper husband and wife, not to disavow after the war?

Feng Yun sighed.

The book really couldn’t hold her attention anymore.

She removed her hairpin and slid into the blankets.

The little terrapin was pressed against the edge of the couch next to her.

Feng Yun stroked its fur, "Sister has prepared a nest for you over there..."

She pointed toward the corner of the room.

The terrapin seemed dissatisfied, resting its head on top without moving away.

Feng Yun, thinking that Pei Jue would not return soon, indulged the terrapin and lay on her side with her eyes closed.

The inner chamber was quiet, with only the sound of running water from the cleansing room.

She turned her body, her back facing outward, but still couldn’t find peace as the image of that man’s broad shoulders and lean waist, his tall, slim, and well-proportioned figure haunted her mind — yet, those words were alarmingly disturbing...

When Pei Jue came in, Feng Yun was not asleep, nor did she open her eyes; however, the terrapin perked up, glanced at him sidelong, and then sulkily went off to sleep in the "cat nest" Feng Yun had prepared for it.

Pei Jue probed the blanket, looked at her back, and sat down at the edge of the couch.

"Have you fallen asleep?"

He would always ask this.

If she were asleep, she wouldn’t respond.

If she replied, it meant she wasn’t asleep.

Feng Yun deliberately didn’t answer him.

Indeed, after he sat quietly watching her for a moment and sighed, he lay down with his hands properly folded in front of him, his posture straight as he closed his eyes.

The room was silent.

The sound of breathing was all that could be heard, and Feng Yun was struggling to endure it.

She slowly opened her eyes.

There was no sound behind her.

She gradually turned her head to look at his damp hair.

Pei Jue was still silent, so she slowly leaned over, pressing against his arm.

"Is the General angry?"

"Mhm." The single word burst heavily from his throat. Pei Jue reacted with surprising speed, stretching out his long arm, he embraced her waist and, with a slight effort, lifted Feng Yun’s weightless body, rolling them both into the soft, silken blankets.

Laughter and the scent of lotus blossoms hit her face.

"Lady Yun," he called her softly, his voice laced with a husky desire, "I can’t hold back any longer."

Feng Yun’s throat tightened, and just as she was about to speak, he silenced her, leaving no chance for refusal. His scorching lips descended in a frenzy, as if a monstrous beast awakening, seemingly about to swallow her whole...

Their breath mingled, rapid and panting. Feng Yun clutched his arms, closing her eyes tight, her heartbeat thundering as though it might leap out her throat...

He held her so tightly, she could barely breathe.

His body was so hot, hotter than burning charcoal in a stove on this freezing day, as though sparks would burst forth from his skin if pressed ever so slightly. The chill receded, her entire body warmed thoroughly, her blood ignited by his touch.

"General," she gasped, her voice trembling as she called to him.

Pei Jue remained silent, his breath grazing her slender neck, wandering over her collarbone. She shivered, and the hand wrapped around her waist deftly slipped beneath her already loose and soft nightgown. When his palm covered her, it was unbelievably gentle, and Feng Yun sighed in comfort...

"Go get..."

Her voice was breathless and playfully reproachful.

She hinted with a glance toward the window ledge.

There was a vanity there, underneath which lay the items that bound him.

Pei Jue remained silent, their fingers entwined.

"No need," his voice was husky, "I won’t hurt you."

Men’s mouths, always full of deceit. Feng Yun didn’t buy it for a second. With her arms around his neck, she leaned into his ear to whisper.

"When I’ve recovered a bit, you can do whatever you want, General. But now, I can’t let you have your way. If you get rough, I won’t be able to get up tomorrow to attend the alliance ceremony. Tell me, is it that you don’t want me to go, and then exchange looks with that Empress Dowager Li?"

Pei Jue stopped, his body tensed for a moment, his breath coming in heavy gusts as he glared at her. Seemingly recalling something, he swooped down fiercely to kiss her several times, leaving her little face hot and flushed. Only then did he grit his teeth and prop himself up on his arms.

"You just keep tormenting me."

"Injustice!" Feng Yun stroked his firm shoulders, noticing his extreme tension and couldn’t help but laugh, "For a man, either way it’s just a moment, what’s the difference..."

Pei Jue: ...

She was brazen in her speech, saying whatever came to mind, never caring how she appeared in front of him.

Pei Jue was accustomed to it, never scolding her for her words.

But this time it grated on him, and he couldn’t help but pinch her nose fiercely.

"Next time you soak your feet, try putting them in halfway first, then you’ll know the difference..."

This analogy.

Feng Yun was startled at first, then she let out a low laugh, apparently amused by the thought. Her laughter was so unrestrained that her body shook, causing the quilt to slide down, revealing her exquisite figure like the slopes of jade mountains. Pei Jue, heart racing, ceased his bickering, went to the vanity to obediently fetch the items, and brought them back to her.

"You do it."

Feng Yun glanced at them and then pulled back.

It wasn’t that she deliberately wanted to torment Pei Jue. Such matters were certainly more pleasurable when allowed to flow than when forced. But truly, the two were vastly mismatched; whenever he lost control, she was the one who suffered greatly.

Feng Yun only wanted pleasure, not pain.

She no longer acted like in her past life, sparing men’s feelings, silently enduring on her own rather than upsetting them.

Now she lived for her own comfort. Whatever made her happy was what she pursued, not wanting to compromise herself even the slightest bit.

"Waist, quick."

Pei Jue urged her.

His voice was soft and sensually hoarse, as though brimming with unspoken emotions.

Feng Yun hummed an acknowledgment, turning her back to him.

Such petulance!

Pei Jue watched her for a moment without saying anything. Then he seized her waist and flipped her over, before pressing down on her, his eyes dark as the abyss as he looked at her.

Feng Yun: "What, are you going to use force...?"

He bent his head and kissed her.

Umm! Feng Yun’s eyes widened slightly.

No words.

He easily found her weak spot.

Perhaps fueled by a trace of anger, he obediently used the cloth strips, but he didn’t hurry to touch her. Instead, he tormented her until she felt both achy and numb, her feet tensing as she quietly pleaded with him.

"General... stop..."

She was utterly defenseless.

"You want it?" he asked.

"Mhm, stop teasing," Feng Yun’s voice was soft, hinting at her vulnerability as she weakly tried to push him away.

Pei Jue’s arms tightened, easily pinning her hands above her head. His dark eyes gleamed with savage desire, that beastly possessiveness on full display, yet his gaze held a sort of serious scrutiny.

"General..." Feng Yun felt a bit frightened of him like this.

His gaze was so intense, it seemed to melt her.

"Endure it." He kissed her again, relentless, insatiable, his breath coming in urgent gusts as if intent on swallowing her whole, until she melted away into pliability. Only then did he commence his conquest.

Slow, challenging. Feng Yun struggled to cope, the bulging veins at their intersection a threat that made her want to flee instinctively, but he restrained her there as if she were fish on a chopping board, at his mercy, until they both released a satisfied sigh...