The Slender Waist-Chapter 293 - 204: Pungent Jealousy

Feng Yun was in agony, a tormenting agony, quietly waiting alone, with no one to speak to, no tasks to distract her, desperately suppressing the thirst generated by the toxins.

The process was excruciating and protracted.

That itching, persistent and pervasive, was nearly driving her mad.

She regretted.

Had she known the medicine would be so toxic, leaving so many hidden dangers, she would certainly not have taken it, or would have reduced the dosage...

She feared this feeling of being out of control...

Frightened that if the poison took root and could not be eradicated, she would become this dissolute...

"Why not leave with Xiao Cheng?"

Pei Jue’s voice came from behind her. Feng Yun’s ears tingled, and her body tensed uncontrollably.

Merely hearing his voice, catching his scent, made her feel as if her body, submerged in hot water, was overflowing.

She turned around.

Her gaze crashed into those dark, deep pupils, and she was frozen.

The lamplight was dim and diffused, the warm room fragrant. His jawline was taut with an exceptional sharpness, the formidable pressure around him like a soldier ready for battle, the air cold and daunting.

"Because I don’t want to share a husband with other women."

The person Feng Yun was now, was not her usual self.

But she was very clear about what she was saying.

Though speaking of Xiao Cheng, the implied reference was to Pei Jue’s ambiguous relationship with Li Sangruo.

"Did you see the Empress Dowager on your trip to Pingyang, General?"

Actually, she should have asked earlier, before inviting him into the room.

But she had unconsciously avoided it, not knowing what to do tonight if she received a positive answer...

"No." Pei Jue looked at her coldly, his gaze wandering over the shimmering ripples and her pale exquisite skin. Slowly, he leaned over from behind to embrace her, hands entering the water to encircle her, gently seizing that softness and stirring up her emotions before turning her face toward him.

"I have nothing improper with the Empress Dowager."

Pei Jue’s arms were strong as he enveloped her.

Feng Yun could not move, forced to lock eyes with him.

"Is it just this time, or has it never happened before?"

"This time, before, in the future."

Thinking of Li Sangruo, Feng Yun scoffed coldly, "I don’t believe you."

Pei Jue held her waist, forcing her to arch her chest, where the quivering snowy mounds were graced with a dash of pink, the beauty and grace so youthful and innocent.

His Adam’s apple moved as he bent down to kiss her fiercely, "No."

"You have."

"No," he insisted, switching from kissing to sucking intensely.

"There is..." Feng Yun struggled under his touches, her voice husky and pleading as she arched her neck, "Hmm you must have, otherwise where did you learn these... these techniques..."

Pei Jue’s eyes grew darker, his large hand gently yet firmly clasping her slender neck, lifting her into his mouth as if to savor a delicious morsel, his open and closing palm stirring up waves.

Feng Yun’s brows furrowed tightly as she weakly tried to scratch him like a kitten, her consciousness fading, her waist almost breaking in the grasp of his hands.

"Lady Yun, can’t you try to trust me?" His breathing was heavy and murky, biting her like grinding teeth.

Feng Yun gasped, shaking her head slightly.

The warm ripples gently swayed, his rough calloused hand exerting an irresistible pressure, relentlessly igniting endless itching on her skin, her feeble mind almost completely detached as he devoured her, the temperature climbing until it seemed to reach a breaking point.

She shivered lightly, desperately climbing his arm in a bid for release.

"I can’t."

She sobbed, miserable yet comforted.

"She really couldn’t..."

No rational thought remained, yet the suffering and calamities from her past life dominated her emotions.

She couldn’t convince herself to trust someone unreservedly again...

Xiao Cheng, Pei Jue, even Chunyu Yan, or any other man, wouldn’t do.

The only person she could and would trust was Wen Xingsu.

"You don’t trust me, yet you can trust Xiao Cheng?"

Her shoulders suddenly relaxed as Pei Jue withdrew his arms, that hand which could relieve her craving also pulled away.

Feng Yun looked up with a sense of loss at his indifferent face and shook her head.

"I’ve never trusted him..."

"Is that so?"

A soft touch cascaded down from her ear, trailing down, then from her collarbone downwards...

Feng Yun trembled with shock.

In Pei Jue’s hand was the brush that Xiao Cheng had given her...

Feng Yun stared blankly at the gloom on his face, struggling to regain her voice.

"This brush is crafted by the master from Huzhou, Le Zhengzi. Made with White Goat Hair and a jade dragon brush tube, it is supple yet resilient, durable, suitable for both writing and painting..."

Could she afford to lose such a fine brush? She had kept it simply because it was crafted by Le Zhengzi, nothing more.

"I am unfamiliar with Le Zhengzi. I know nothing of the Letter of Recovery."

From music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to poetry, wine, and tea, none of it was within the realm of the Great General understood from fighting on the battlefields.

Pei Jue never took pride in being conversant with elegance, nor did he ever feel troubled by his lack of such knowledge.

But now...

That brush was incredibly irritating to the eye.

"I’ll try it, see if it’s a good brush."

He spoke unhurriedly, the tip of the brush lightly sweeping and gliding, slowly sinking into the water amidst Feng Yun’s trembling, as if absorbing ink, sliding bit by bit across her skin. The soft brush tip moved lower and lower, and Feng Yun abruptly closed her legs, her body trembling slightly.

"General, what are you doing?"

Pei Jue moved slowly, gently rubbing, slowly brushing.

"Didn’t you say it’s suitable for writing and painting?"

Feng Yun slightly tilted her head back, black hair spilling over the tub’s edge, her cheeks blushing.

She shook her head, incessantly shaking it, the white goat hair brush making her body go limp, "Ticklish."

She glared at the cold face in reproach, discontentedly shifting her waist, trying to avoid it. Pei Jue pressed her back down.

"Blame my lack of literary skills, the writing isn’t good. Let’s try writing in another spot!"

Pei Jue’s face showed no warmth as he spoke and lifted Feng Yun out of the water, wrapping her in a towel and carrying her back to the room. Just as he placed her on the couch, a voice came from outside.

"General Wen." Jiu You’s voice was soft, barely audible over the sound of rain.

"Is Yao Yao there?" Wen Xingsu’s voice was anxious.

Jiu You said, "She’s here. The General is also here."

Wen Xingsu asked, "May I come in?"

Jiu You hesitated, "The General ordered not to be disturbed."

Wen Xingsu’s voice then faded away.

Footsteps mixed with the rain, growing more and more distant.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yun’s body suddenly began to twist, stretching her back to sit up.

"Eldest brother... Eldest brother..."

"I want to find my brother ah..."

"Brother... save me!"

The voice was intermittent, mixed with the seductive moans carried by the wind and rain.

Wen Xingsu faintly heard the familiar calls and stopped in his steps.

Unable to catch the sounds clearly again, he walked back briskly.

Jiu You stood in his way with others, "General Wen, please wait in the pavilion."

Wen Xingsu didn’t move, staring into Jiu You’s eyes.

"Step aside!"

"General Wen." Jiu You bowed, his eyes startlingly bright and smiling, "Affairs between husband and wife are best left unheard by outsiders, right?"

If it were Zuo Zhong here tonight, such words wouldn’t be spoken. Jiu You was bold, his words cutting into Wen Xingsu’s heart like a knife.

Husband and wife.

They were husband and wife.

Looking at Jiu You’s smile, the painful feeling in his heart slowly expanded. A short distance became insurmountable...

In the room, Feng Yun’s hand clutched the quilt, the toxin reaching her brain, unaware of what she was saying.

"Eldest brother... don’t go..."

Pei Jue’s eyes were bloodshot, staring at her silently. His tall figure was powerful and vibrant, his long and straight legs ominously standing by the couch, watching her...

The room was deathly silent.

No sound but the wind and rain.

Feng Yun suddenly felt afraid.

People always said Pei Jue was heartless and fickle. Yet these days, he had been quite kind to her, and she had forgotten this was Pei Jue, the ruthless King of Hell...

"Yao Yao, you need to learn a lesson."

Pei Jue’s expression was dark. He spread her trembling limbs apart, wrapping them around his waist to control her, preventing her from thrashing. Only then did he lean in slightly and used her porcelain white skin as if it were the finest silver paper, wielding the brush to write.

The goat hair brush moved with finesse, detailed and considerate, causing that spot to tingle wherever it roamed. Feng Yun’s sensitive body couldn’t endure such teasing; she went limp all over, her shoulders trembling, almost driven to tears, her arms unable to support her and quickly giving way.

"Stop it," she whimpered softly.

She was blessed with a lovely voice; without even trying, her cries could make one’s bones turn soft.

The two were very close, yet Pei Jue seemed oblivious to the faint tremors of the body beside him. His expression was cold; slowly he moved the brush as if tracing a sultry painting of a beauty. With light touches, pressing, twirling, and grinding leisurely.

Feng Yun’s heart pounded crazily, her consciousness blurred.

The warm water seemed to soak her inside out, arousing waves that occupied her every thought, trembling, jumping, the pleasure spreading from the tip of the brush.

She felt unbearable.

Feng Yun instinctively arched back, softly calling out.

"General..."

Pei Jue didn’t utter a word.

As if born with incredible endurance, he was contained and composed.

Feng Yun, unable to tolerate the emptiness, twisted her hips, grinding them against him haphazardly, "My lord, General, the Great General, Mr. Pei uh... stop teasing..."

She was going mad.

Calling out several titles in a row, the man did not respond, mercilessly maneuvering the brush tip across her smooth body, following up with his thumb pressing down, rubbing for a moment with force.

"Pei Gou!" She cursed, with a strange crying tone, "You damned man... ugh, there it is."

Pei Jue’s dark eyes fixated on her, his breathing slightly heavier, but restraint and patience were habits to him, no matter how agonizing. His handsome face resembled a millennia-old ice.

"Damn... damned man..." Feng Yun was engulfed in a wild surge, shaking violently, her voice seductive and timid, muttering softly, "Why torment me? Why bully me?"

"For your own good." He suddenly said: "Loosening you up now will spare you pain later."

Feng Yun’s eyes reddened, she grabbed his neck, pulling him down.

Then, catching the troublesome goat hair brush without caring that it was a precious and expensive item made by a master, she threw it aside and pulled him closer in her confusion, embracing him tightly, trembling as she offered herself to him.

"Not the brush, I want you..."