Then she got up and left.
"Pei Jue, you stop right there!"
Feng Yun called him by his full name.
Pei Jue turned his head to look at her.
His eyes, dark as ancient wells, lacked any ripples of emotion, yet they were exceptionally cold and stern.
Feng Yun wasn't frightened of him like she had been in her previous life, but when he stood in front of her so coldly and silently, she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.
"You speak."
Pei Jue, "You asked me to stop; wasn't it you who wanted to speak?"
Feng Yun's lips moved slightly, and for some reason, she suddenly found the situation somewhat amusing.
The two of them were like a petty married couple quibbling, neither willing to bow their heads or admit their faults, each wanting the other to speak first.