"Never heard it."
Pei Jue's voice was very hoarse, filled with impatience.
Feng Yun grunted, "Perhaps the turtle got scared by you and hid under the couch."
Pei Jue didn't say much, his expression cold as he pulled her over and gently lifted a strand of hair beside her ear.
"Focus more."
This man, with his vigorous energy and extraordinary talents, became even more explosive after suppression. His usually rigid and indifferent face seemed to have awaken some dormant desire, and at this moment, it was extremely frightening. Pressing against her with his veins bulging, his strong offensive force became incredibly heated in his suppressed breathing, almost melting her.
Feng Yun trembled again.
Had he not heard her previous words?
She put her hand up to stop Pei Jue, "General, you can't."
Pei Jue's gaze lowered, his thumb lightly caressing her red lips, "You're unwilling?"