The Slender Waist-Chapter 419 - 303 Unrestrained Madness of Pei Gou

This voice was seductive and enticing, each word resembling a restrained thirst on the tip of the tongue, coaxing its way into Feng Yun’s ears.

Feng Yun’s cheeks turned a light red as she patted his back.

"What’s the rush? Am I going to run away?"

Pei Jue didn’t speak, his eyes filled with long-accumulated desire. His gaze was scorching as he pulled her fair little hand downward, his hoarse voice asking, "You see what I’m in a hurry for?"

The affliction of dry heat tormented him, his head thrown back, a large bulge swelling up.

Feng Yun suddenly withdrew her hand, scolding him:

"You’re so impetuous just after coming back. I worried about you for nothing."

Pei Jue stared at her, his eyes turning red with restraint.

"Worried about what?"

"Must have gone through a lot of hardships outside, right? Look at your complexion, the stubble on your face, how long have you not closed your eyes?"

Pei Jue extended his hand, clasping the back of Feng Yun’s head. His arm pulled her just slightly, his eyes searing onto her face.

For a moment, he looked down with rapid, labored breathing, "Not hard."

The rough palm was hot, but embarrassingly, his stomach grumbled.

Feng Yun heard it and thought Pei Gou was really risking his life for this matter.

"You must be hungry, right?" Feng Yun laughed and pushed him, "There is food on the stove; I’ll have them heat it up for you."

Pei Jue bent down, brushed her cheek’s stray strands of hair aside, and kissed her, "Eating Lady Yun is enough."

"There are many delicious things." Feng Yun’s voice was light and delicate, making her scalp tingle under that wild gaze, "Not knowing when the General would return, I instructed them to always be prepared, so there’s something to eat whenever you come back. It’s all your favorites, like fairy duck and donkey rolls..."

Pei Jue mumbled vaguely, kissing the corner of her mouth.

"Donkey rolls are not as good as people rolling around."

"..." Feng Yun was exasperated but couldn’t help wanting to laugh.

There was no escape; she could only endure.

Despite his unkempt appearance over the past few days, his face still looked handsome and distinguished as the Great General. However, the light stubble on her delicate face felt prickly and uncomfortable.

She pushed him, bit him.

It was as if he didn’t feel a thing, his body unsatisfied for so long, hard as burning iron, he suckled her heavily, breathed deeply, appearing truly ready to devour her, which made Feng Yun’s hairs stand on end, her mind in disarray.

"It’s snowing heavily outside. In this frosty weather, aren’t you cold and hungry, not caring for your body?"

"I don’t care. It’s all for you." Pei Jue held her waist and tore open her nightgown, and feeling it wasn’t enough, removed his own robe with one hand, revealing a body of sculpted muscles. He leaned down, his long arms bracing on either side of her, the blocks of his visible abdominal muscles undulating, burning Feng Yun’s eyes with their heat.

"Go wash." This was Feng Yun’s final defiance.

"Alright." His rough palm descended, pinching her waist like a serpent’s, rubbing vehemently a few times, taking a few forceful bites with lingering desire before springing to his feet.

"Wait for me."

Outside, the snow was coming down heavily, the silence so profound one could clearly distinguish many sounds.

Snow weighed on branches, chattering, the howling wind, and heavy breathing, again and again, sound after sound, like drumbeats pressed upon the heart, bringing an endless tingling and boundless reveries.

Pei Jue neglected to fetch the cloth strip, and Feng Yun forgot to remind him.

Intimacy without confinement and suppression was something Pei Jue had longed for in sweet dreams. Yet, even with such intense longing, facing the blooming beauty, he was still hesitant, not daring to play too wantonly...

Feng Yun was dazed, her tension at its peak.

He hummed, a satisfying aftertaste escaping from his throat, veins on his forehead standing out as if he exerted all his strength, but in the end, he couldn’t bear to hurt her, only penetrating to a comfortable depth, daring not advance further.

This was his tenderness.

Yet Feng Yun was swelling with a long-missed fullness.

"General..." Lifting her wet eyes, she looked at the man with reddened eyes, intending to squirm slightly to make him withdraw a bit, but instead, he misinterpreted it as impatience and thrust forward with a couple of desperate gasps.

She uttered a soft cry, her body tensing in uncontrollable tingling, her waist stiffening and trembling slightly as she arched her neck in a light moan.

Shadows danced behind the veils, jewelry swayed.

The terrapin cub flipped over to lie down, burying its head in its paws.

Xiaoman stepped back into the outer room, feeling the distance still insufficient. She opened the door and stepped out, seeing Zuo Zhong standing in the blizzard.

Their eyes met, and Xiaoman’s ears suddenly turned red.

Servants should not ponder their masters’ affairs. Yet at her age, when curiosity and fantasies are rife, those sounds intermittently reaching her ears, soft and trembling, made her heart pound like thunder. With every extra glance at Zuo Zhong, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide...

Zuo Zhong turned his back, standing straight as a lofty pine.

He was at the wind’s entrance under the eaves.

The wind was loud enough to bury ripples that should not arise.

Xiaoman looked at his upright back, turned silently, and faced a gust of cold wind. Her nose itched from the cold, and she sneezed...

She drew her clothes tighter, preparing to return indoors.

But thinking of Zuo Zhong still standing there, her heart inexplicably softened.

Xiaoman went back inside for a hand warmer, silently walked over, and handed it to Zuo Zhong.

Zuo Zhong glanced sideways at the girl’s evasive eyes and his lips twitched slightly.

"Thank you."

Xiaoman came closer and noticed that his eyelashes were wet, probably from the cold, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.

"Why does Left Guard not go inside to keep watch?"

The Great General was very strict, but he was especially close and kind to people like Zuo Zhong Jiu You. On such a cold day, with the Imperial Guard Camp already patrolling the garden, Zuo Zhong’s absence wouldn’t make a difference.

Even if he wasn’t standing guard here, the Great General wouldn’t hold it against him.

Zuo Zhong said, "I’m fine. You better go inside."

Xiaoman pursed her lips, "I’ll stand here a while longer."

Zuo Zhong: "It’s cold outside."

Xiaoman raised her eyebrows, "Why aren’t you cold?"

Zuo Zhong was silent for a moment, "I’ve been trained."

"So have I." Xiaoman proudly lifted her chin, "I’m not just any servant girl, I know martial arts."

Zuo Zhong stopped talking, letting her be.

In the ensuing silence, Xiaoman felt somewhat uneasy, looking at Zuo Zhong’s face, like an ice sculpture, a sudden rush of blood uncontrollably surged into her head.

At that moment, she swore her mind was blank, with no improper thoughts, nothing at all in mind, she just couldn’t help but tiptoe, stretching out her hand to touch Zuo Zhong’s forehead.

The warmth of her touch surprised Zuo Zhong.

Xiaoman was also startled by the coldness she felt.

It was just a moment before she quickly withdrew her hand.

"I, I thought, I thought you weren’t cold, but you are actually very cold."

Xiaoman didn’t know what she was babbling about; in a flurry, she turned her head, pushed open the door, and walked into the room.

Zuo Zhong, his hand resting on his waist sword, watched quietly, without making a sound.

...

Feng Yun leaned against Pei Jue’s chest, her mind empty as if reaching the brink of exhaustion, and soon fell asleep.

It was unknown how much time passed before there was a rush of footsteps outside.

Feng Yun was very sleepy, unable to open her eyes, she turned over and continued sleeping, Pei Jue tucked in the blanket and patted her, asking in a deep voice:

"What is it?"

Outside the window, Zuo Zhong’s voice seemed to carry a restrained excitement, urgent and low.

"Reporting to the Great General, an urgent eight hundred li express from Central Capital."

Pei Jue responded in a low voice, got dressed, and gently slid open the door, careful not to wake Feng Yun, then signaled Zuo Zhong to step further away before speaking:

"Speak."

Zuo Zhong saw that Pei Jue was disheveled but his expression was extremely composed. Lowering his eyes, he presented a crucial military report with a bow.

"His Majesty has caught a chill at night and is unwell. At this moment, the imperial envoy has already reached Cuiyu."

He paused, then lifting his head, there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes.

"Along with the news, the Imperial Court has also sent the decree of the nine bestowments as a reward for the Great General."

Pei Jue took it without looking closely.

"Understood."

His voice was calm, with not even a ripple.

Yet the wind in the snowy night was too heavy and profound, causing Zuo Zhong’s heart to tremble with an inexplicable nervousness, as if a storm was about to hit, anxious and eager.

"The Empress Dowager will likely summon the General very soon."

Pei Jue’s face was impassive, he hummed in acknowledgment, "Go now. Rest for a while."

Zuo Zhong bowed his head, "Yes."

The two spoke softly, and Feng Yun, wrapped in the blanket, listened for a moment, shifted positions and turned over, only to see Pei Jue coming in just as she opened her eyes.

He bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Did I wake you?"

Feng Yun didn’t open her eyes, and slung her arm around his waist, her voice slightly muddled.

"The Empress Dowager has summoned you, will you go?"

Pei Jue: "I will."

Feng Yun said no more.

He bent down closer, his dark eyes burning with passion, "But it’s not urgent, we can go another round."

His breath fell hot on her ear, and Feng Yun felt that Pei Jue was much bolder than in his past life, her lips curved into a smile, her face full of mirth, yet she did not open her eyes.

"Go and prepare. You must not let down the Empress Dowager’s good intentions."

Pei Jue gave a muffled hum, pressing down on her waist, silent.

Feng Yun felt a bit provoked by his reticence.

"This mouth of the General seems to be of little use, might as well not have it."

Pei Jue, hearing that tender, soft voice, felt an inexplicable tingling in his bones.

He greedily took a deep breath in the hollow of her neck, his voice low and husky: "Isn’t your waist the cure for my urgency? I’ll feed you."