The Slender Waist-Chapter 250 - 175: The Cave Couple

Even with Pearl Charms’ assistance, it was still tough.

Exceptional talent was never a joke.

If Feng Yun’s consciousness had been clear enough at that moment, she would have known how to adjust her swallowing, but she lacked strong conscious guidance, left only with instinct, a powerless entanglement, soft as though a fire was burning inside her, yet unable to ignite the itching that the poison brought...

She even lost some perception of her surroundings.

She didn’t know someone had come.

But Pei Jue heard the noise.

"Don’t move," he said, his breathing both urgent and heavy.

Feng Yun’s soul seemed to float in mid-air, gaze hazily fixed on him, breathing rapidly while Pei Jue tensed his body. Just as his poised energy was about to retract, she could not bear it and desperately clung onto him.

Their gazes locked.

Feng Yun was in great discomfort.

"Don’t go..."

He brushed aside the hair sticking to her forehead and covered her mouth.

She couldn’t control herself, so he wouldn’t allow her to make a sound.

Feng Yun’s eyes reddened within that firm and powerful confinement, her eyelashes trembling chaotically, emitting no sound, the vulnerability pitifully seeping from her eyes, fueling the man’s irritability even more.

Pei Jue’s brows furrowed slightly.

The repression over the years seemed hidden in the marrow of his bones, in every pore, turning his eyes bloodshot, his dark hair damp with sweat...

He didn’t move.

It seemed he was discerning who was approaching.

By now, the shouts had grown closer.

So close that even Feng Yun could hear them clearly...

Someone was coming?

Not just one or two...

In her muddled reasoning, Feng Yun subconsciously bit the palm of his hand, twisting to break free.

Whether it was the effects of the drug or the tension, the more frantic she became the more difficult it was; her uncontrollable body forcibly trapping him within while the shouts from outside accelerated their urgency, both drenched in sweat, faced with a situation more embarrassing than anything in their past lives...

Unable to move forward a step, nor retreat, Pei Jue shook his head at her, trying repeatedly until she cringed in pain, and he too was in discomfort, the piercing numbness shooting straight to his head.

He remembered Puyang Jiu’s words.

A miserable match.

They were never meant to be together...

Pei Jue’s eyes reddened, gazing at the tender person he was inseparably intertwined with, restraining her frantic struggles, breathing laboriously, "Don’t panic. We can do this."

The fire blazed even more fiercely, casting an intense glow, with two sweat-soaked bodies clinging tightly, trembling in entanglement.

No one spoke.

Extreme restraint brings about extreme longing.

About to go mad with urgency.

The storm outside seemed to intensify.

Raindrops pattered against the ground, the cold wind howling...

Locked in each other’s gaze amidst the firelight, their eyes seemed to spin webs of connection.

Pei Jue looked down, his reddish eyes almost vicious, his knuckles repeatedly coaxing her to relax, his voice hoarse as if windblown, seemingly carrying an intolerable ferociousness, "Biting again?"

Feng Yun looked up at him, her black hair soaked, helplessly shaking her head, protesting to his hand covering her mouth and his question...

The long wind swept through the stone window, allowing rain to drift in, bringing the cold, damp air.

Unconscious and fearless, Feng Yun burned with a fire sufficient to withstand all the ravages of the storm, nearly turning into a puddle of mush, her whimpers slipping through the gaps of his palm, cat-like, as if inviting the fierce beast to tear her apart.

Calm and reason vanished.

Feng Yun, under the influence of the poison, seemed to become a different person.

Consciousness and body were stripped away layer by layer...

"General!"

The people outside were indeed shouting.

"Uncle—"

Ao Qi’s voice was especially forceful.

He saw a steep stone path, leading up at an angle only wide enough for one person, but the darkness above appeared to be a dead end with no light, an unknown danger lurking...

"Be careful."

"Bring torches!"

Behind Ao Qi were Zuo Zhong, Jiu You, Ye Chuang, and others in succession.

They lit torches, their shouts for the General rising wave upon wave.

Only Ao Qi was calling for uncle.

The young man’s anxiety was evident in his calls, which suddenly switched to.

"Miss!"

"Miss!"

Ao Qi was very close now, just outside the cave...

Feng Yun suddenly grabbed Pei Jue’s arm, her sharp cry almost escaping her lips.

She heard Ao Qi’s shout laced with sudden emotional turbulence, causing Pei Jue’s thick brows to nearly instantaneously furrow.

He impatiently lowered his head and covered her mouth, the quiet moans now only escaping through her nostrils, mixing with his breaths...

"General!"

"General, where are you?"

"Miss! Where are you?!"

Shouts entangled with the wind and rain, growing increasingly desperate.

The steep stone path was difficult to traverse, and Pei Jue had set up cover and obstacles. It seemed they had not yet discovered this place and were still ceaselessly searching.

But they were close.

Very close.

Feng Yun looked up, gasping for breath, her body trembling silently like glowing white jade beneath him.

The beast was caught halfway, unable to bear the shallow teasing and the obstruction ahead, roaring, hissing, and wildly shouting, as if it couldn’t wait to pierce through its prey with sharp claws...

Helplessly, she gazed at him, the corners of her eyes red as if tinted with rouge, resplendent and glistening.

Pei Jue’s gaze was resolute, yet his face was cold. His eyes held restrained madness, controlled agitation, a depth of complexity too profound to discern, a wildness aroused by the shouts outside, pulling against a strong self-control...

Her makeup was smeared, her hair disheveled in their entangled struggle.

Who wouldn’t desire the blooming red of Vermilion Doors?

Even without a physical ailment, without the intensification of senses by medicine, it would probably be hard not to go mad at this moment.

Pei Jue was a contradiction.

Cold demeanor, mad eyes, a haughty stance with restrained and controlled actions, as if on the verge of explosion...

"Uncle..."

Ao Qi’s voice stopped at the entrance.

Pei Jue breathed heavily, as if agitated, his rough palm gripping her serpent-like waist and lifting slightly, thrusting deeply, a clear swallowing sound followed.

Feng Yun gasped and whimpered, her slender waist taut like the string of a bow pulled to its limit before a General goes to battle, her hands clinging to his solid muscles, her neck slightly arched, her collarbones protruding, unconsciously emitting a tremulous sound...

They stayed silent.

Burning gazes met each other’s, exchanging in cautious care.

The whooshing wind and the rush of rain drowned out everything else.

The obstacles set by Pei Jue, for Ao Qi, were not a great challenge.

Soon, Ao Qi joyfully discovered the traces left by Pei Jue.

He was ecstatic, vigorously wiping the rain off his face, flashing a bright smile with white teeth, and gesturing to the people behind him.

"The Great General is inside!"

He smiled with utter certainty, ready to destroy the obstacles and break in, when Pei Jue’s voice suddenly came from inside.

"Wait outside the cave!"

Just those four short words, cold and clear, devoid of emotion, yet they froze Ao Qi’s smile on his face.

He was at the very front.

He could faintly hear Uncle’s labored breathing.

The people who arrived later were still down the slope, hearing nothing else, only seeing Ao Qi’s rigidity.

"What’s wrong with Guard Ao?"

"Is the General inside?"

Ao Qi: "Yes."

Ye Chuang looked at his expression, "Is Lady Feng Yun inside too?"

Ao Qi’s throat felt as though it was stuffed with cotton.

It took immense restraint to finally utter a single word in a low voice. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Inside."

Everyone looked at him and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ao Qi’s eyes were red as he made a hand gesture.

"Fallback and wait."

The General was indeed inside...

That was enough to reassure the search and rescue team.

They headed back the way they came, waiting outside the cave, shaking out their clothes, wringing out the water, some heading straight out to find a path.

The General being inside but not allowing them in required no explanation, everyone understood.

A sudden downpour; Lady Feng Yun must be in much discomfort...

They were a group of men, how could they rashly barge in?

Zuo Zhong and Jiu You, used to guarding at Pei Jue’s sides, wanted to advance and guard, but were met with a cold glare from Ao Qi.

"The Great General said, wait outside the cave."

He reiterated.

His voice carried an undertone of irritability.

Ao Qi was young and hot-headed, and used to losing his temper.

But at that moment, on that young and handsome face, within the intensely red eyes, there was an ineffable sense of shattered feeling.

It was heartbreaking.

Ye Chuang stepped closer and patted him twice.

No words, just a silent consolation.

The noise of the wind and rain was loud. Pei Jue had not made a sound since his command; Ao Qi stood there, unable to hear any movement from inside the cave, but in his mind, there was an untimely struggle...

Inside the cave, it was also unusually quiet at the moment.

For a long time, the two people hugged each other silently, not moving, not making a sound, as if they were trying hard to endure, like a drawn-out seesaw battle.

Feng Yun was completely limp.

She was powerless. He was restrained.

After a while, it was unclear who first let out that breath, the two quietly clinging bodies slowly, gently, comforted each other without stirring a sound...

Listening to the sound of the wind and rain battering the earth, Feng Yun was initially somewhat aware, controlling her body weakened by the poison, not wanting to lose decorum.

Once the people outside had left, her emotions gradually approached the edge of eruption, fluctuating within the steady heartbeat of the man, rising and falling...

Yet, wanting to make a sound, her mouth was blocked, wanting to struggle, she was immobile, as if she was nailed by the man onto that big fur, gasping deeply, her body twisting restlessly...