The Slender Waist-Chapter 260 - 182: A Moment of Deep Affection

Feng Yun had Xiaoman fetch some hot water and got a towel to wipe him down.

As the servant girl was about to step forward, Pei Jue’s half-closed eyes opened, his lashes fluttering, his gaze direct.

"Get away."

He still acted high and mighty even though he was drunk.

Feng Yun bent over to loosen his clothes, but as soon as her hand reached his belt, he grabbed it and pulled. His arm, strong and muscular, easily caused Feng Yun to lose her balance and tumble onto him.

"Yun lady, help me," he said.

His voice, low and hoarse, was brimming with impatience.

Xiaoman, her face flushed, stood frozen, unsure what to do.

Feng Yun took the towel from her and glanced at the man’s face flushed with desire in the dim light.

"You may leave."

With an "oh," Xiaoman cast a worried glance at Feng Yun and went out, closing the door behind her.

Daman stood with his back to her, watching as Xiaoman left. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Xiaoman hissed a shush and, after making a gesture, pulled her away.

"Big sis, don’t ask."

Daman closed her mouth, looking at her sister for a moment before dropping her head.

"I’ll prepare some water for the lady; she’ll need it soon."

Xiaoman nodded and sighed, watching Daman’s retreating figure.

"Big sis, please don’t be foolish."

Daman always thought her ignorant, but Xiaoman, who spent every day with her, could see the longing her elder sister had for the General...

She used to think the General would take her into his chamber sooner or later; after all, her sister was quite beautiful. But now Xiaoman started to worry for her.

The General was not someone easy to serve.

Feng Yun spent considerable effort undressing Pei Jue.

The man was too heavy; if it wasn’t for him being just sober enough to cooperate with her, even if another Feng Yun came along, she wouldn’t be able to budge him.

"I’m not letting you drink next time."

As Feng Yun held down Pei Jue’s shoulders, she muttered, peeling him down to his underwear, already breathless from exhaustion. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Thinking of how she had just recovered from a severe illness, she clenched her teeth. While scrubbing his face and neck, her expression and motions were as forceful as if she were scraping a pig’s skin during a New Year’s slaughter...

Pei Jue was very calm.

With half-closed eyes, he watched her.

This posture enraged Feng Yun.

"Servants won’t tend to you, so you grab me to do it; I owe you, is that it?"

She moistened the towel with water and, starting at his neck, touched his robust, undulating muscles, feeling the temperature under her fingers rise. She tensely withdrew her hand before continuing down his slender waist, wiping him all over.

"All done. Lie down and sleep for a while."

Pei Jue caught her hand, "What about down there?"

Feng Yun’s fingers twitched, staring at him in disbelief.

"Wash it yourself when you’re sober."

Pei Jue acknowledged with a mumble, suddeny embraced her and pulled her close. Feng Yun, along with the towel, ended up in his arms. She quickly clung to his shoulder, letting out a low cry and was about to scold him, but he had already kissed her.

Through the light, soft fabric, his closed eyes and bowed head teased and played; his movements so quick that Feng Yun let out a moan before she could react.

"Bastard."

Pei Jue pinched her slender waist and thrust against her twice, hard.

The size of that thing truly astonished her. Feng Yun instinctively tensed her back, filled with a dread that made her want to curl up and hide.

Pei Jue remained silent, but upon hearing her moan, he softly opened her clothing and gazed at the appealing blush on her pale skin, trembling before him. His eyes warmed.

"Waist..." His low murmur was like casting a spell. With slightly parted lips, the normally stoic face buried itself in the tender mounds, greedily, hungrily indulging, yet with soothing intent...

The tenderness was a knife, so adept at killing.

She was almost drowning in Pei Jue’s tender care, feeling light and airy, as if she were about to float away.

"General..."

She hated being dominated, straining to struggle, but he had already caught her hands, pinning them behind her back. Her body arched involuntarily, allowing him to tease and nibble, creating pools of moisture that he was unwilling to stop.

Complacency slowly spread from between his teeth.

Feng Yun dared not lower her head to look at the enchanting scene.

She shivered slightly, withdrawing her hands and fiercely embracing his head. Chin resting upon his head, she whispered:

"General, I’m not going back to Andu."

Pei Jue paused briefly, did not look up, and did not cease, but a breath seemed to come from his flaring nostrils, as if he hummed in acknowledgment.

Feng Yun breathed heavily, "I want to stay and enjoy the show."

The peace talks between Jin and Qi were underway. With Xiao Cheng arriving, perhaps Feng Ying would too.

After the talks, there would be the drama of sisters reuniting and the deep affection between father and daughter.

Leaving now – wouldn’t that be a pity?

Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly felt a sharp pain and realized that Pei Jue had bitten her, seemingly displeased with her wandering mind.

Feng Yun pinched him, "Gentle."

Pei Jue pursed his lips, drawing her into his arms and skillfully laying her on the couch, "Alright."

In that moment, Feng Yun was unsure which statement he was responding to.

Was it staying in Andu, or being gentle?

He was very familiar with her body, knew her sensitivities, and also knew how to tempt her, to torment her. Feng Yun had no time to clear her thoughts and soon she couldn’t think at all, left with only deep, heaving breaths.

"Pei Gou, you really..."

"Am a dog."

Pei Jue stared at her and asked, "Very scared?"

At the mention of this, she remembered their intimacy in the cave that day. Feng Yun’s heartbeat quickened, and she immediately felt aggrieved, biting her silver teeth, panting, and closing her legs, "Afraid of the pain."

Pei Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, effortlessly parting her.

"Are you okay now?"

Feng Yun arched her back, letting out a soft moan.

"I’m not okay, I’m still sick."

She knew what Pei Jue meant but pretended not to understand.

Pei Jue didn’t say much more, his burning body pressing against her, his voice low and pleasing, "Your monthly is due in a couple of days, isn’t it?"

Feng Yun was slightly startled.

She hadn’t expected the Great General, busy with military affairs, to actually remember such personal details?

Feng Yun’s lips parted slightly, an incredulous look on her face as she stared at him, forgetting to answer.

"Lady Yun," he lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, "I really want to."

His words often accompanied actions, his hips moving rhythmically; even through the fabric, Feng Yun could feel that heavy pressure.

In some respects, the two shared an astonishing tacit understanding; without much communication, they knew what the other intended. However, this time he was using an unusual amount of force, his calloused hand grazing her delicate skin, abrasive like a rasp, so sensitive that Feng Yun furrowed her brow tightly.

"Wait for me to bathe..."

Pei Jue hummed in acknowledgment, pausing to look at her.

The two were very close, eyes locked, breaths entwined.

He said nothing.

Instead, he released the hand that held her, kissed the unevenly flushed rouge, then lay down on his side.

Feng Yun exhaled in relief, getting up to find her back damp with a fine sweat.

No furnace was as hot as he was.

This winter, with the Great General’s company, she supposed she wouldn’t have to fear the cold. The days might even be joyful.

She drew back the curtains and stepped out, instructing Daman and Xiaoman to prepare the water for her bath.

In her daily life, she still carried many of the proud habits of a noble family’s daughter, especially since her mother was a very meticulous person. Feng Yun also enjoyed life; when there were good days to be had, she never deprived herself...

Immersed in fragrant bathwater, steaming in a wooden tub, waves lapping gently, Feng Yun’s face glowed with a flushed heat, her slender ankles lifting above the water, delicate bone structure elegantly extending...

She slowly wiped herself down, and after washing, she anointed her body with fragrant ointment until it was slippery, a sensation delighting both skin and heart. Only then did she drape a light gossamer robe over herself, letting her jet-black hair hang down to her waist, languidly and slowly walking out...

Parting the curtains, she saw the man lying in still silence.

Feng Yun bent down to touch his eyelashes.

Pei Jue moved, flipping over and nudging the quilt inward, making room for her quite naturally, laying very composed, flat and straight, not snoring, looking as stiff as a corpse.

This was Pei Jue’s unique sleeping posture.

Yet it made Feng Yun’s teeth itch...

She had bathed and made herself fragrant just to see him play dead?

-

Chunyu Yan returned from Bingzhou and went straight to the Xinzhou military camp.

He had an audience with Pei Jue.

The two sat opposite each other at a wooden table, without any unnecessary small talk.

Pei Jue got straight to the point and asked him, "What benefits did Qi Country offer you?"

Chunyu Yan smiled without giving a direct answer but instead lifted his tea cup for a sip, commenting, "This tea is not as good as Huaxi Changmen’s lingering sorrow."

Pei Jue watched him silently.

Chunyu Yan said, "Brother Wangzhi’s marriage was hasty, and I regret not being able to congratulate him in time."

Pei Jue: "Did you bring a wedding gift, then?"

Chunyu Yan was caught off guard, eyeing Pei Wangzhi’s serious expression. If he didn’t know him better, he might have thought it was a joke, a very cold, very cold joke.

"I did," said Chunyu Yan, "A big wedding gift."

Chunyu Yan was not like Yan Wuxi, the stubborn old man who came to negotiate with a high and mighty attitude, spouting all sorts of nonsense.

He was a businessman.

A merchant so wealthy that he traversed many countries.

He only talked about benefits.

Chunyu Yan glanced at the map behind Pei Jue.

"Xiao Cheng didn’t mention Feng Twelve this time; the peace terms are all to Jin Country’s benefit with absolutely no drawbacks. Brother Wangzhi, my heart is with you."

In other words, not only was there no condition for Pei Jue to return his true wife, but there were many other benefits as well.

Chunyu Yan said, "This is all thanks to me."

Seeing Pei Jue’s lack of reaction, his beautiful red lips parted ever so slightly, and with a cheerful smile, he looked at Pei Jue and said softly, "Why should Xiao San monopolize Feng Twelve? Brother, rest assured, we will not cede an inch of territory. Feng Twelve is ours; I won’t let him have her cheap."

Pei Jue: ...

Chunyu Yan showed no embarrassment for his bold words, after which he smoothed the wrinkles on his robe, maintaining eye contact with Pei Jue, his usually cold mask seeming to hold a smile.

"This time in Bingzhou, I spoke with Xiao San about Feng Twelve."