Feng Yun relaxed.

The mood was desolate, and the night dreary.

What was needed was a bout of passion, to alleviate the restlessness of summer.

She simply let herself drift, unalarmed by the dream of desire...

With such thoughts, she naturally forsook subtlety.

Whose panting it was that first disturbed the silence of the room, she didn’t know.

Lingering poison that lay dormant within, revived in instinct and indulgence, soon igniting like wildfire.

Long suppressed, the man’s breathing became so rapid it trembled; Feng Yun heard the muffled groans from his throat, was greatly aroused, and like a serpent, wound herself around him through the thin fabric, shameless, craving only pleasure, intent on having her way with him...

Her passionate response was like a basin of oil thrown into fire, reducing the man’s tender cherishing to ashes.

Blazing furiously. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Those eyes in the dark of night were deep as a beast’s; he pinned her lower back, refusing retreat as he leaned down...

As if restrained for far too long, his kiss was fierce, causing her such pain that, having only just gained freedom, she never expected him to move further down...

The front of her body turned cold.

He actually used his mouth to bite open the collar of her dress and clamped down.

The stubble of several days’ growth above the jaw scratched against her, an unbearable itch...

She struggled to push him away.

His muscles were as taut as iron, wordlessly pressing her down fiercely, pulling a brocade cushion underneath her from beside the pillow in a hasty manner, creating a soft yielding. Drenched in sweat, she moaned incessantly, like a fish on his chopping board, helplessly being carved up... But he soon realized that such recklessness accomplished nothing; heated and sweaty, he could hardly penetrate, let alone find satisfaction.

"General..." she called out softly, as if in a dream, without opening her eyes.

The man’s throat clenched sharply, he pulled away and looked down, avoiding her gaze.

Like a bloom battered by storm, redolent with sweetness, enticingly stained, and unbelievably tender. His Adam’s apple bobbed; his breath grew heavier. With great effort, he restrained himself, propping himself up to tenderly attend to her. After she was fully amused and relaxed, purring softly like a kitten against him, he applied strength...

Feng Yun was caught off guard.

In an instant, her scalp tingled as if her heart were being pierced, almost stopping its beat...

The dream was too real.

Reality’s soreness and utmost numbness explosively burst in her mind...

In the dream, the person pitied her, tended to her emotions, took great time to relax her, yet the reality was as mismatched as the dream, unaltered by the fact it was a dream.

She let out a sob, and he jolted her into shrieking and trembling.

"Does it hurt?" he paused, asking in a husky voice beside her ear.

It was at this point that Feng Yun fully awoke.

"Ah!" She hadn’t seen his face clearly when the sudden realization of someone on top of her, inseparable from her, sent shivers down her spine, reflexively pushing against his shoulders and striking out forcefully.

"Mmm... committing patricide." Pei Jue caught her fists, twisted painfully by her agitated body, barely managing to inch in, only to withdraw again. Suppressing the frantic thoughts, he slowly cradled her face.

"Look closely, it’s me."

The dim light enveloped his side profile, outlining his handsome features.

"Lady Yun, I’ve returned."

The moonlight cast upon the canopy embroidered with entwined peonies.

The bedcovers had been tossed to the floor...

The little brat was nowhere to be seen.

The silver armor lay discarded as well, under the faint light, the Biyong Sword glowed dimly.

Fragmented pieces of the dream replayed clearly in her mind.

She inhaled softly, "So it was you!"

Pei Jue draped his arm around her from behind, desire unabated, swelling like a beast, veins bulging, pushing against her with overwhelming pressure...

The guy was growing increasingly terrifying, and Feng Yun could hardly bear it, almost shivering as she instinctively tried to escape, to rid herself of that intense sense of danger.

"Lady Yun." Seeing her pulling down her skirt to get off the bed, Pei Jue laughed and sighed in exasperation, dragging her back. His hand caressed her tender waist and abdomen, gently massaging. "After making such a commotion just now, you can’t handle it anymore?"

Feng Yun glared at him with her body tense.

The light was too faint; she could hardly discern his expression.

Pei Jue sighed.

After so long as husband and wife, she still could not adapt to him...

"It was my thoughtlessness." He spoke with a hint of apology, not wanting to cause her an unpleasant experience or fear.

Feng Yun seemed lost in thought, staring at him for a long while before she suddenly rubbed her eyes.

Upon assuring herself she was awake, she suddenly pinched Pei Jue’s arm hard.

Caught off guard, Pei Jue hissed in pain.

Feng Yun: "So this isn’t a dream? You’re alive?"

Pei Jue: ...

He bowed his head to cradle Feng Yun’s face, pressing against her lips and indulging in her, continuing until her angry fists pummeled his shoulders like raindrops and she bit him sobbingly, then he finally let go.