Bastard!
Feng Yun seemed to curse, yet it was as if nothing had escaped his lips. He knew how to please her, sticking close in a sticky mess, gently teasing and slowly grinding. Feng Yun quickly crumbled.
Her body heated up, the last traces of sleepiness gone as she took control, wrapping around him and hugging his neck, her gown and sleeves in disarray, her eyes seductive and chaotic.
"The Great General who doesn't know propriety, the Imperial Court has rewarded you with the ceremony of the Nine Dignities, and you don't go to bathe and burn incense to receive the Emperor's grace. Shouldn't you plan for the sake of Dajin's lands and peoples instead of entangling yourself here..."
Pei Jue hummed lowly, "Intertwined at the waist, you break my heroic spirit. What do lands and peoples have to do with me..."