The Slender Waist-Chapter 294 - 205 Antidote Antidote

The faint scent invaded my nostrils as Pei Jue lowered his head.

With a contented sigh, Feng Yun’s blurred vision caught sight of the man’s Adam’s apple sliding up and down, his eyes nearly shooting fire...

A seductive fragrance spread through the air.

Pei Jue grasped her hand and forcefully pulled it away.

"Oh..." She couldn’t speak, her hand gripping the man’s solid arm desperately, pitiful, "Stop torturing me..."

Pei Jue looked down, their noses nearly touching, "Still want your elder brother?"

Feng Yun’s eyes were vacant, and she murmured dreamily, "Yes."

"You..."

Pei Jue’s throat felt like it was clogged with stones, his voice hoarse.

"Damn it!"

"Yes..."

The woman, out of her mind, kept murmuring that single, obstinate word.

Pei Jue wished he could strangle her.

If he could, he wouldn’t want her in such an incoherent state.

The frenzied tearing apart was induced by the aphrodisiac, not born of emotion.

Just as Xiao Cheng and Chunyu Yan had said, it was like coercion, not the act of a true man...

"I didn’t bring Pearl Charms and Jade Gates." He frowned and breathed lightly, "You need to hold on."

His warm breath washed over her face, infiltrating every pore.

Feng Yun saw his face so close to hers and subconsciously thought of a terrifying wild beast, both scared and expectant, but she obediently nodded her head.

He said again, "I sent someone to fetch Puyang Jiu, just hold on a little longer..."

Only then did Feng Yun realize the "hold on" he said was not what she had thought. She lifted her misty eyes, "Why call for him? Can’t you do it?"

She was nearly tortured to death by the poison.

Looking at him, hard from the start, even a saint would have collapsed by now, yet he seemed distracted, as if guarding against something.

"You don’t want me, do you? Are you thinking of Empress Dowager Li, are you intending to stay chaste for him..."

Feng Yun, under the influence of the drug, was not only unreasonable but also nagging and unruly.

She barely knew what she was saying; she just said whatever came to mind.

Pei Jue: "I’m not."

"You are, you’re keeping yourself for her, you’re reserved for her." Her voice carried a petulant resentment, completely different from when she was sober, wanton and disheveled. Her pale face, with a hint of pique and timidity, was like a night-blooming flower, bewitching the soul...

Pei Jue, in frustration, pinched her waist, eliciting a delicate cry from her, then he leaned down to kiss her cheek, sighing in a coaxing tone.

"All for you."

"I don’t believe you." After her accusing words, she looked up and bit his Adam’s apple, then, not satisfied, grabbed him and slid up and down frenetically. Pei Jue was so stimulated by her touch that he lifted her with one hand, and his greatly restrained member pressed against her heavily, its immense size astonishing...

Feng Yun couldn’t withstand such forceful grinding and pressing, her breath hitching, grasping his arm in confusion, as if deaf to his words, her eyes blurred, immersed in her own muddled thoughts, babbling nonsense.

"The antidote... give me the antidote, I feel awful, I’m dying, Pei Jue..."

"Alright." Pei Jue saw her barely able to endure, probably forgetting even who she was, yet able to call out his name. His expression softened a bit as he leaned down and gently stroked her damp hair, "I’ll feed it to you in a bit."

"Not later, don’t wait anymore..."

"I need to wash." His last words trailed off, released from his flared nostrils, trying unsuccessfully to contain his impatience.

Feng Yun couldn’t bear it.

And, actually, he couldn’t bear it even more.

Covering her with the quilt, he quickly went to the cleansing room.

Feng Yun heard the sound of water from the inside room and her brows knitted together tightly.

In her confusion, she thought of her past self, of Pei Jue from the past...

In her previous life, she was meticulous, obsessed with cleanliness to the extreme, not only for herself but with the same expectations for him. But how could a man from the military camps be as devoted to grooming as a woman sequestered in her chambers...

Yet Pei Jue had indeed tried his best to meet her requests.

If it weren’t for Li Sangruo, would they have stayed together in their past life?

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, as if her heart had a massive hole, the drug not only provoked desire but also amplified emotions. Thinking of their three years together, of the innocent Queque, she silently wept under the quilt...

After a long while, the quilt was lifted off.

Pei Jue sat down next to her, gently brushed her disheveled hair, and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes with his rough fingertips.

"Why are you crying?"

Feng Yun turned and flung herself into his embrace.

He hadn’t dried off, his sturdy body covered with water droplets, which felt cool and made her shiver involuntarily. Pei Jue then tucked her back into the quilt, his hand slowly gliding over, caressing her feverish delicacy...

Feng Yun moaned softly, pressing herself against him in twisting movements.

"General..."

"I don’t want to..."

He didn’t want to take her like this, but Feng Yun wouldn’t listen to his explanation, cutting him off before he finished, her eyes brimming with hurt beneath her long lashes.