The Slender Waist-Chapter 555 - 396: Slandering a Good Family

Pei Jue acutely sensed her distraction.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking of the General..." Feng Yun looked at him, slowly turning her body and trembling as she slid over his astonishingly spread figure like a fish, "wondering where the General learned these skills... to deal with women?"

If he had been with many women, why then was there not a single hint of a scandalous rumor of dalliance?

How could a womanizing playboy devote his heart to her alone?

As she pondered, the way she looked at him began to change.

Pei Jue, without a word, reached out and pulled her back into his arms.

He looked at her coldly, his dark eyes slightly sinking, "Could it be that Lady Yun didn’t teach me?"

Feng Yun was at a loss for words, pressed against his fiery chest, shivering from the heat that seemed to melt her, taking a deep breath.

"You can’t say that..."

She wanted to argue, but Pei Jue didn’t give her the chance.

His tall figure loomed over her, and she appeared tiny as a fish on a chopping board cast in the shadow of his frame.

His movements were slow, not as cold and distant as usual, and within his heavy breathing seemed to simmer a teeth-gritting heat that pushed her to her limit, yet showed no sign of stopping...

"Lady Yun?" His voice was low, "Are you ready?"

Feng Yun breathed heavily.

After being together for so long, it was still challenging...

Indeed, they were mismatched.

And her already tense heartstrings were strung even higher by his question...

She knew what he wanted.

She also knew he was never truly satisfied.

She was terribly afraid, yet strangely expectant.

"No," she said firmly.

Pei Jue grunted, panting softly.

His forehead was already beaded with fine sweat, his brows knitted tightly, and she weakly slapped his sweaty handsome face.

"Your Majesty is... bullying an honest woman..."

She deliberately mentioned ’honest woman’, echoing the derogatory terms used for couples, precisely to provoke Pei Jue’s anger, resentment, and a nameless hostility...

Wishing she could be done away with.

The two of them eyed each other, nose to nose, in a stare-off, as if long-suppressed emotions were about to erupt in this battle...

"Pei Gou, have you ever noticed..."

Feng Yun was somewhat breathless, her entire body burning as if just pulled out of water, but her words were very clear.

"At this moment, we don’t resemble a husband and wife, nor a pair of lovers, but rather enemies... that kind who cherish every moment and inch of ground, wishing nothing more than to destroy each other... enemies..."

Pei Jue’s throat bobbed, he didn’t speak, but suddenly raised his hand to cover her eyes, staring at the delicate whiteness of her neck, and suddenly bit down, quickening his pace.

Initially, Feng Yun wanted to mock him.

Covering the eyes, not seeing, couldn’t she still feel?

Soon, she couldn’t laugh anymore.

Having the eyes covered, not being able to see, it seemed to make sensations clearer.

Veins strained, pulled to the extreme.

Every small touch was magnified dozens of times, as if one could hear each other’s heartbeat and the rush of blood, silent and stealthy...

In a few moments, she couldn’t control herself and began trembling lightly, whimpering, unable to utter a complete sentence, her entire being overtaken, all consciousness smoothed over by those fine touches of comfort...

Rapid breathing right by her ear, she didn’t need to see him to imagine what the two of them looked like at that moment...

Tonight’s Pei Jue was more ruthless than usual, yet there was a faint trace of tenderness, his torrid emotions like cold water poured on a hot stove, "hissing" with steam, endlessly stretching that sensation of fullness, making her tense, tingling, trembling, stretched to the limit...

But conversely, everything went unusually well today, she wasn’t as wilful as usual, not pushing him away at the slightest disagreement as if she were a fragile piece of porcelain.

He wasn’t as considerate as usual either, and had no pity for her inability to endure, preferring to boldly explore the trails of fragrance...

"Mm, Pei Jue," Feng Yun bit her lower lip tightly, furrowing her brows, fingers tightening repeatedly.

This intensity was more than she could bear. She whimpered in distress, her pale neck arching high, wearing a look of tearful suffering that made Pei Jue feel a numbness in his lumbar, his eyes reddening as if he were about to shoot flames.

Then, his movements became even more vigorous.

"General..." Feng Yun’s body tensed.

The lingering aftereffects of addiction chose that moment to surge within her...

The itch that seemed to pull from the depths of her soul was more intense than usual.

She was anxious yet unable to resist.

Clearly, it had been a long while since her last episode.

In the months Pei Jue had been away, she was fine on her own.

How come, upon his return, the poison had come back?

Incomprehensible, Feng Yun gazed at him with bleary eyes, feeling as if she were split in two.

One was the reborn, avenging Yun, seeking truth within reason, resisting the shameful pleasure the body relished, reminding herself not to be obsessed with this.

The other was the indulgent Yun, losing reason rapidly as the poison eroded her, experiencing deeply the existence that tumbled with the waves...

But no matter which Feng Yun, both were startled by his astonishing invasion.

The longer the suppression, the more intense the outburst.

The height difference between the two was too great, and so was the difference in their builds. She felt as if she was scorched by high temperatures, every inch of her pores filled and expanding, making it difficult to breathe, almost igniting sparks in her throat...

It was going to explode.

She had been rendered speechless for a long time,

her mind a blank.

"Mr. Pei..."

Feng Yun clutched his arm as if she had fallen into an endless abyss.

A quiet summer night.

The chirping of insects outside the window, a chorus of frogs.

Breaths came in low and urgent pants, blending into this corner of the world.

They struggled until the fourth watch of the night when the wind and rain finally ceased.

Pei Jue wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bathhouse.

Feng Yun was too lazy to move and lacked the strength anyway.

Pei Jue was extremely patient; his hands, accustomed to wielding swords and spears, tended to his wife with surprising delicacy. Feng Yun soaked in the warm water, her raven hair spreading out like seaweed, gently caressed by the waves.

Her body, which had been pushed to the limit, slowly relaxed, resembling a small leaf lying atop the water, beaten by the storm and after a brush with life and death, finally succumbed to sleepiness...

"Lady Yun," Pei Jue supported her, "go sleep on the couch."

"Hmm," Feng Yun’s nostrils flared, barely mustering the strength to respond.

Pei Jue looked down at her delicate appearance, his breathing tightened, and inexplicably, he thought of the indescribable pleasure from just before...

His arm tightened, pulling her closer with a gentle, compassionate motion.

Feng Yun leaned her head on his shoulder, half-opening her eyes to gaze at him.

The man’s profile was firm and masculine, and she slowly placed her hand on his chest.

The heartbeat was strong, albeit a bit out of rhythm.

He held her effortlessly; why was his heartbeat so fast?

Feng Yun squinted her eyes like a fox and blew gently towards his jaw.

"You’re always stern-faced, serious, and cold, but your heart... it’s not like that..."

So hot, so fiery.

As intense as when he pushed her to climb the bounds of joy, that powerful force...

Pei Jue looked down, "Want more?"

Feng Yun quickly withdrew her hand, leaning back, "Can’t the king take a joke?"

Pei Jue laid her on the couch and covered her with a cool quilt, "Sleep."

Feng Yun uttered a soft sound and obediently closed her eyes, lying on her side.

Watching her from the edge of the couch, Pei Jue’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned to wash up.

When he returned, she was already asleep.

He sighed, retrieved Pearl Charms and Jade Gates, and delicately applied the medicine to her...

Exhausted, Feng Yun didn’t react at all and just slept through.

Upon awakening, it was already broad daylight.

Groggy, she heard voices outside. Instinctively, she stretched out her arm to search for someone beside her...

No one was there, just emptiness.

She jerked awake suddenly.

She was covered by last night’s cool quilt, soft and fluffy.

Pei Jue was not by her side.

Hearing her movement, Xiaoman came in with a beaming smile, full of joy, "Mistress, it’s wonderful news."

"What’s happened? What brings the joy?" Feng Yun pulled up the quilt, looking through the curtains towards Xiaoman’s dimly visible figure.

"Mistress, you must see for yourself. The well channel is flowing with water, directly into our regenerated rice fields. The entire village has run to see it..."

The well channel was an idea Feng Yun had copied from books, and truth be told, she was not entirely certain it would work.

Upon hearing this, she sat up from the couch with delight.

"I’ll go... take a look..."

The last two words were spoken through clenched teeth, carrying a restrained moan.

"Mistress, what’s wrong?" Xiaoman asked.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she clammed up, her ears and cheeks flushing red.

"The king left early in the morning without saying he’d keep you company."

Feng Yun didn’t need his company.

Although Pei Jue had worn her out, as far as lovemaking was concerned, so long as she was willing, she didn’t think she was at a disadvantage...

It was just that this time, she was indeed a bit tired.

"Xiaoman..." she said quietly, "come in and help me dress."