The Slender Waist-Chapter 554 - 395: Treat Each Other with Courtesy

Feng Yun’s heart had a deer running wild inside, her nervousness intense.

She didn’t know why she was so nervous, as it wasn’t the first time, and they had shared a bed for over a year in this life...

Entangled across two lives, it was still this man...

Feng Yun stared blankly at him, suddenly feeling warmth in her eyes.

"How might I thank you, Your Majesty?"

Her tone was too solemn, as if it shattered the current romance.

Pei Jue’s eyes changed subtly, and he slowly lowered his head, gazing intently at her face, his palm brushing over her forehead.

"You’re not willing?"

Feng Yun shook her head, tenderly wrapped her arms around his neck, "I just suddenly remembered many things."

Pei Jue slowly embraced her and lay down, their bodies held together in an embrace.

He didn’t speak, as if ready to listen.

Feng Yun relaxed, suddenly recalling a phrase she had read somewhere.

"Though love is stronger than gold, nothing is better than treating each other with mutual respect."

Throughout her marriage to Pei Jue, there might not have been love stronger than gold, but mutual respect, they had largely achieved.

Feng Yun smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned on Pei Jue’s shoulder.

"General."

Pei Jue lowered his gaze to look at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

When she called him General, the emotion was fuller than when she called him Great General, and it lacked the playfulness of calling him Pei Gou.

She was smiling, the corners of her eyes brimming with mirth.

"It seems we have both broken our promises."

Pei Jue’s body tensed, "Hmm?"

Feng Yun moved her hand from his waist and slowly tightened her embrace.

"We agreed to be a pair of scoundrels, but now it seems like we are a proper husband and wife..."

Pei Jue’s eyes lifted slightly, but instead of answering her words, he gently untied her light grey nightwear.

"It’s so hot." Feng Yun let out a soft sound, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

With the clothes half-off, she felt much cooler.

Pei Jue lifted his gaze, "Shall we do something scandalous then?"

Feng Yun started laughing, her eyes brimming with light, beautiful as if autumn eyes reflecting water, wondrous beyond description, yet her demeanor and movements were languid as can be, like a cat, blooming in his palm, showing him her softness.

Pei Jue’s gaze grew more intense and deeper.

No man in the world could escape her charm, could they?

He couldn’t either.

Pei Jue quickened his movements, the embrace becoming more passionate and impatient...

A breeze flowed through the window, carrying the coolness that followed the heat, the gauze curtains fluttering gently.

The room was filled with the fresh and pleasant scent of lotus flowers, as if intertwining with each other’s breaths...

Feng Yun’s scalp tingled, yet her consciousness was exceptionally clear.

His palm, hardened from years of wielding swords, grazed her delicate skin roughly, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, even thinking about screaming...

"General..."

Feng Yun grabbed his hand, shaking her head.

Pei Jue’s palm settled down, caressing her tailbone lightly.

She moaned softly, "I used to often think..."

"Think what?"

"Did you ever... have other women before, General?"

Some things, though self-taught, still differ greatly between men with experience and green young lads. For example, Ao Qi exuded obvious, uncontrollable naiveness that betrayed him at a single glance.

But Pei Jue was inscrutable to her.

Everyone says the Great General avoids the company of women, yet his expertise in the bedroom surpasses even Feng Yun’s experience in her past life. This made her reasonably speculate that he must have been schooled by other women...

Pei Jue tightened his grip on her hand, gazing downward intently.

He clearly found it hard to comprehend Feng Yun’s complex inner thoughts.

"Spouting nonsense?"

"I-I haven’t spouted nonsense..." Feng Yun shifted her body ever so slightly, gently pressing and slowly grazing past his waist and abdomen, which didn’t drive him crazy, but almost stripped her of the ability to think.

"Our first time together, wasn’t the General’s first time, right?"

Pei Jue considered for a moment, "Is Lady Yun praising me?"

Feng Yun raised her eyebrows, "How could you interpret it that way?"

It was clearly an interrogation.

Pei Jue said, "Don’t torture me."

He paused, his voice hoarse as if parched, filled with a cold longing.

"It has been a long time since we..."

He lowered his head, his breath seemingly falling on her ear, his voice light and hoarse, tinged with an ambiguous air, "When might I visit the deep alleys of the hibiscus, and glimpse the array of beauties after the rain?"

Feng Yun understood the meaning of his words.

It wasn’t that she was unwilling, it was that she now loved herself too much.

She was indeed afraid, afraid that he might be unable to control himself and wound her.

Under his eager gaze, a sudden tension arose.

Feng Yun lightly bit her silver teeth, "It’s all your fault..."

"My fault in what way?"

Feng Yun’s gaze shifted downward, then quickly averted her eyes, "Although my husband is good, alas, he’s too..." The word was muffled, hesitating for a while before she finally uttered the word "big" from between her teeth.

Her coyness, as delicate as an autumn water hibiscus, how could it not arouse pity?

Pei Jue unconsciously softened a bit...

A silhouette moved behind the gauzy screen, a strand of black hair cascading down from the bed’s edge, trembling as if in a gentle breeze.

A room of quiet elegance.

A wafting fragrance.

For quite a while, Feng Yun’s consciousness was adrift, her most cherished book slipped to the ground unnoticed, her body trembling faintly under his indulgent affection, as if governed by some invisible force, gradually becoming sweat-drenched...

"Lady Yun..."

Pei Jue suddenly called her.

Feng Yun opened her eyes, meeting a pair of dark ones.

She hummed, faintly and weakly.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, his tone laced with restrained huskiness.

"No..."

"Then why are you trembling?"

"..."

Feng Yun was almost brought to tears by his act, and yet he kept asking knowingly.

It was also at this moment that she realized Pei Jue was very different from his past life. For example, in the bedroom, he would be very restrained, and no matter how much he desired, if she showed even a hint of displeasure, he would stop.

The Great General from her last life would not have done that.

And for instance, what he had just requested...

They had been together for so long, and previously, she always restricted him with cloth strips, not allowing him to invade too much. Today, she hadn’t used them, indeed harboring the intention to let him do as he pleased as a way to thank him for the great fortune brought by the two docks...

Yet, he didn’t take advantage of the situation, but instead patiently attended to her, always prioritizing her wishes...

"General..." Feng Yun’s eyes brightened, "You’ve changed..."

"Hmm?" Pei Jue’s gaze narrowed, his palm gripping her waist.

Feng Yun pondered, thinking about how to clearly articulate her feelings without revealing the secret of her rebirth, when unexpectedly, he suddenly tightened his grip on her waist, plunging right in...

"Pei Gou!"

Feng Yun felt her soul scatter from his impact.

He stopped, holding her gently, like soothing an unruly child, his voice so coarse that even his breathing seemed to harbor suppressed emotions, "Relax, do you want to kill me?"

Feng Yun’s cheeks blushed crimson, as if dyed by the sprawling dawn sky, and her eyes held an inexplicable tenderness.

"Is Lady Yun feeling shy?"

"...No."

How could she possibly feel shy?

Feng Yun would never admit to that, she wasn’t a maiden experiencing her first time, where could the embarrassment come from? Yet, she couldn’t help it, her heartbeat thunderous, cheeks burning as if she were trapped in a steamer.

She didn’t understand herself, yet suddenly, she grasped a truth— a woman’s desire is linked to her emotions.