The Slender Waist-Chapter 139 - 105: Asura Battle Arena_2

"Isn’t that supposed to help me?"

Her body slammed heavily onto the bed.

Feng Yun felt no pain, but the ancient bed made a strange creaking noise.

As Pei Jue’s tiger-like body pressed on, rhythmic vibrations ensued...

The commotion beneath the bed resumed.

This time, louder and greater than before...

Feng Yun could not stay calm anymore, "That sea turtle wouldn’t make such a fuss, could it be someone?"

Pei Jue said, "If we delay any further, we’ll have only half an hour left."

Feng Yun felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what, as Pei Jue slightly curled his fingers, drawing her into his embrace.

His hand silently rested on her abdomen.

"Does it hurt?"

Feng Yun was taken aback.

That warm hand brought her a shudder of memory...

Not one of desire, but of warmth.

He was helping her to warm her belly.

For a moment, she felt as if it were all happening in a past life.

In fact, General Pei had once doted on her, and many details of their three-year relationship, long forgotten, were now being revived...

"Thank you for your kindness, General, but I’m not in pain." Feng Yun slowly pushed Pei Jue’s hand away.

Indulging in physical pleasure was one thing, but heart fluttering was another.

Occasional indulgence was relaxing.

But a fluttering heart was a deadly curse.

Inside, she steadfastly refused Pei Jue’s kindness, yet her face showed no sign, her deliberate tenderness betrayed by the faint coldness in her eyes...

"The hour is getting late, and we can’t do much anyway. General, you might as well start your journey earlier and take your time on the road..."

Pei Jue gazed at her eyes, his expression slowly darkening. After a moment, he gradually released his grip on Feng Yun and sat up from the bed.

"Fine."

His reply was a simple exhalation.

It seemed as if it carried the weight of a thousand-pound iceberg.

Feng Yun watched him dress and went over to help.

This time she genuinely wanted to, for armor was heavy.

But Pei Jue wasn’t too appreciative, "No need, you go lie down."

Knowing she had dampened his mood, Feng Yun did not say more and sat back down, watching calmly with a smile.

Pei Jue methodically put on his armor and picked up the Biyong Sword hanging on the wall, then walked back and stood by the bed, looking at her for a moment before suddenly bending down.

With a thud, he dragged someone out from under the bed.

Feng Yun was shocked, nearly scared to death on the spot.

Chunyu Yan, disheveled and with makeup smeared, had his mouth gagged with a cloth, and his limbs were tied like a giant zongzi, rage and fury evident only through his eyes...

"Mmm... mmm..."

The zongzi struggled, trying to speak.

Seeing that Pei Jue remained cold-faced and unmoved, Feng Yun called out.

"General..."

Pei Jue pulled out the gag, and the Biyong Sword silently reached Chunyu Yan’s neck.

"There won’t be another time, or I won’t be so lenient!"

This is lenient?

Chunyu Yan was nearly infuriated to death.

Flicking back his loose hair, his beautiful eyes glared venomously at Pei Jue.

"Have the guts to let me go, what hero takes advantage like this?"

Feng Yun’s eyelid twitched.

All she heard was the phrase "taking advantage."

She was very curious about what advantage Pei Jue had taken of Chunyu Yan...

"Pei Wangzhi, your victory is dishonorable!"

"Shut up!" The person scolding him was Feng Yun.

She looked down at the contorted, almost grotesquely transformed face of the zongzi.

"Make one more noise and draw people over, and see how I deal with you."

Chunyu Yan’s neck stiffened, his eyes burned red with suffocation and rage.

"I’m talking to him, what are you butting in for?"

Feng Yun smiled, "Princely Heir, look at yourself now, only your mouth is still fierce..."

"Pei Jue!" Chunyu Yan couldn’t bother to look at her, his eyes a blazing red as he stared at the man holding the Biyong Sword, "Untie me, let’s duel."

The suggestion was insane.

One was the God of Wealth, the other a deity of the land...

If either of them were to be killed, it wouldn’t be good for Feng Yun.

"Both of you." Feng Yun tried to mediate, "It’s not some deep hatred we’re dealing with here. Why don’t we sit down and talk slowly... In these troubled times, for the sake of Dajin and Yunchuan’s friendship, you should value peace."

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

The two men exclaimed in unison.

Feng Yun’s eyelid twitched, and before she could speak, Pei Jue slightly lifted the Biyong Sword, severing the ropes that bound Chunyu Yan.

With the agility of a leaping carp, Chunyu Yan sprang up.

His fist, swift as the wind, aimed at Pei Jue’s chest.

Without a warning and disregarding any fighting moral code, the attack was launched.

But Pei Jue was well prepared, casually stepping aside with the Biyong Sword held behind him, seemingly allowing a couple of attacks, as relaxed as if he were strolling in a courtyard...

At first, Chunyu Yan was angered, his three strikes missing Pei Jue’s clothes entirely. Glancing at Feng Yun, who was calmly seated back on the bed, watching seriously, even holding a quilt...