The Slender Waist-Chapter 292 - 203 Foraging_2

He clenched his fists tightly, ready to defend himself should Pei Jue strike.

Unexpectedly, Pei Jue only glanced at him before suddenly turning around.

He seemed to hear something and looked towards the cleansing room.

Chunyu Yan paused in surprise, as he hadn’t heard any noise.

"Brother Wangzhi?"

Like someone under a spell, Pei Jue’s face was stiff and expressionless, and he slowly and quietly made his way toward the cleansing room.

Chunyu Yan followed and grabbed him.

"Feng Twelve is bathing inside, what are you doing..."

Pei Jue shook him off forcefully, his cold eyes like blades.

At that moment, the door opened from the inside.

The maid named Qingmei hurried out, her face flushed with fear and heat, bowing in a salute.

"Master, the young lady says, let the General come in to serve..."

Pei Jue’s face was stern, his complexion dark.

Chunyu Yan stood dumbfounded, "What did you say?"

The maid lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to meet Chunyu Yan’s intimidating gaze.

"The young lady seems to be unwell, she said, let the General come in to serve..."

Not only had she let Pei Jue in, but she had also used the word "serve."

Chunyu Yan wanted to laugh at Pei Jue, wanted to mock his lack of status in front of Feng Yun, but he couldn’t bring himself to laugh.

After all, Feng Twelve had not asked him to serve...

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Feng Yun lay in the hot water, dizzy as if intoxicated, her head heavy and limbs light, her body transitioning from the initial warmth and comfort to a scalding, tingling itch as if about to burst into flames.

She saw Pei Jue enter with a chill about him, bend over, and place his icy palm on her forehead, providing her an immediate sense of relief. She softly called out "General," her alluring eyes brimming with mist.

"I feel uncomfortable."

Uncomfortable, and yet she sought him out.

The chill in Pei Jue’s eyes gradually melted away.

He turned back to look at the two maids standing with lowered eyes at the side, not daring to lift their heads.

"You two, leave."

The maids complied and slowly exited.

Pei Jue thought to close the door but as he lifted his foot, Feng Yun grabbed his arm.

Lying in the steaming bathtub, her eyes dreamy, her gaze shimmering on the water’s surface full of longing, she said, "General, don’t leave..."

"I’m going to close the door," Pei Jue’s voice was hoarse.

Her ears perceiving his words as both tickling and tempting, they were like a seductive poison to Feng Yun at that moment.

She let out a soft "Mm" and dragged him closer, urgently tugging at his clothing, her wet palm, moist from the warm water, clutching his taut muscles with a trembling, searing touch.

"So handsome..."

Pei Jue: ...

His breath grew heavier as he watched the bewitchingly beautiful woman, then glanced back at the curtain that moved despite the absence of wind.

"How does Lady Yun wish to be served?"

"I’m so thirsty." Feng Yun gazed at the man before her with a hazy look in her eyes, her spirit as if detached, her consciousness lightly floating in mid-air, unresponsive.

Unable to withstand such provocation, Pei Jue felt as if a fire was about to ignite in his lower abdomen at her touch, every organ seemed aflame, the muscles on his arm going as rigid as stone, and it took a great effort to restrain her wandering hands.

"Lady Yun, don’t be hasty..."

"General, don’t you want me?" Feng Yun, struggling with her affliction, sounded vulnerable in her breathing, yet her grip on him was very strong.

The scalding touch gave her positive feedback and delight. The beast lurking within was clearly more impatient than she was, already swelling into a size she could barely grasp, brazenly rearing its head and roaring at her.

"I want to see..." she said, her face blushing.

Pei Jue took a deep breath, gripped her slender waist, lifted her into his embrace; the lady’s soft, snow-like body melted into his mouth. Her flesh was warm and fragrant, silky to the bone; his breath became heavy and quick, Feng Yun’s cheeks flushed charmingly red, her heart beating so fast it nearly burst from her throat, her body trembling. He moved slowly downward, his fingertips pressing upon her, gently gathering and slowly twisting.

"Feel better?"

Feng Yun squinted with pleasure, her mouth slightly open as she breathed with effort, suddenly his fingertips moved with a force and speed like afterimages, leaving her gasping and moaning. It wasn’t long until her body shuddered and went limp in his hands.

"Hmm..." Feng Yun bit down on his neck, nearly crying out.

Pei Jue slowly placed her back into the bath.

The intense heat from Feng Yun’s body met the warm water, and her mind cleared slightly.

"General..."

Pei Jue’s fingertips lifted, seeming to carry a smear of clear fluid.

He glanced at it, "Still uncomfortable?"

Feng Yun’s face flushed brightly, nowhere to hide in his gaze, wishing she could dive under the water.

He couldn’t possibly think that this had cured the poison, could he?

She glared at him weakly and angerly, caught a glimpse of him, then suddenly lost her breath, that massive thing was already waking up, its presence tall and commanding even through the fabric of his clothes. Clearly, he had desires too, yet he maintained such detestable restraint...

"Not enough..." she said angrily, squinting her eyes, never knowing she would desire Pei Jue this much. Her throat was dry, her voice hoarse, not even having time to say much more before greedily pulling him close, playing with him wantonly with a gentleness that seemed to drive him mad, "Such a fine Mr. Pei, how can it be enough? It’s never enough."

"Lady Yun," Pei Jue’s waist numb, he thrust his hips forward, his posture as sleek as a leopard ready to pounce, his low groans seeming to burst from his throat.

"Hm..." Encouraged, Feng Yun closed her eyes slightly, her cheek against his firm abs, gazing at him as if mesmerized, "Husband, I want to eat..."

Her words had an effect not unlike her soft hands, greatly agitating Pei Jue’s restrained emotions, teetering on the edge of frenzy, as if ready to explode at any moment, recklessly tearing into his prey.

He caught her chin, lifted it, and asked hoarsely, "What do you want to eat?"

Feng Yun whispered, her breath scorching, "Mr. Pei."

Pei Jue slightly lowered his gaze, his strong jaw tensed, nearly driven to the brink by her.

"Wait for me a moment."

His breath calmed down, he took Feng Yun’s hand and placed it in the warm water, fearing she’d get cold, "I’ll be back soon."

Feng Yun watched his tall figure rapidly disappear from view, feeling utterly drained as she lay back and closed her eyes, frowning, the discomfort so intense she felt as if she might die.

In such a winter night, under the eaves of the green-tiled house, with the pitter-patter of rain, she should be enjoying such tranquility, taking a nice wash, then going to sleep beautifully. Why was she so crazed with desire, as if she couldn’t wait another moment?

What was wrong with her?

What exactly was wrong?

Pei Jue didn’t see Chunyu Yan as he stepped out, only Zuo Zhong and Jiu You waiting outside. His expression relaxed slightly as he called them over.

"I’ll be in my lady’s room, do not allow anyone to disturb us."

The two guards bowed their heads, "Understood."

Pei Jue was about to turn back when he thought of something and called Zuo Zhong over.

"Bring Puyang Jiu here. Remember, be discreet."

Zuo Zhong might be Pei Jue’s confidant, but he only knew bits and pieces about Feng Yun’s poisoning.

Noticing the deep concern hidden on the General’s face, he complied.

"Rest assured, General, I’ll dispatch someone immediately."

Pei Jue nodded, then returned to his room, shut the door, and quickly shed his half-wet robes. He had a strong, muscular body, his lower abdomen heavy and daunting; he glanced down, lifted the half-wet towel, tied it around his waist, and was about to go clean up when his gaze fell on the case on the desk, holding the goat hairbrush.

A fine sandalwood case, elegantly fragrant.

"Made by Le Zhengzi," the four characters of the seal were simple yet luxurious.

Pei Jue picked up the precious goat hairbrush, his eyes clouded with storm.

After observing it for a moment, he took it with him as he opened the door to the cleansing room.