The Slender Waist-Chapter 295 - 205 Antidote Antidote_2

"Then bring me Xiao Cheng’s goat hair brush."

Pei Jue’s voice went hoarse, "For what?"

Feng Yun: "Mind your own..."

Pei Jue lifted her chin.

His gaze was predatory, with a desire to conquer smoldering in his eyes. After a moment of silence, like a beast hunting its prey, he suddenly lowered his head and bit her neck gently without using much force, just grazing her skin.

"General..." she gasped sharply, her breath stopping at her neck as if he might bite through her throat at any moment. Feng Yun felt a shiver run through her, her body hair standing on end.

A bite landed on Pei Jue’s shoulder.

After a long while.

"Are you gratified now?" he asked, not hearing a response and lifting her head again to see the teeth marks on his shoulder, his thumb brushing her lips, "You sure know how to bite."

Feng Yun’s cheeks tinged with pink, as if she had been plucked from water, her voice melodious and tender, her tempting allure seemingly dissolving.

The night rain fell in bursts, the previously light rain suddenly intensified, bringing gusts of wind, making one doubt if the sky had been pierced, allowing so much rain to seep through and blanket the earth...

Chunyu Yan was nearly drowned out by the sound of the rain.

His residence was not in the side courtyard and was somewhat far from Feng Yun.

Of course, that was what Feng Yun thought.

In reality, he had been staying next door for the past two nights.

Entering through a different gate, outsiders wouldn’t notice; their bedrooms were separated by only a single wall.

What Chunyu Yan harbored in his heart was unspeakable, he couldn’t help but despise himself even at the thought.

Often teasing with words, occasionally with actions, who wouldn’t label him lewd and shameless? But even when Feng Yun was in his estate, he just couldn’t bring himself to violate her...

Not because he didn’t dare, but because he didn’t want to.

Feng Twelve said he was despicable, he admitted it.

But it seemed he couldn’t stoop to the level she believed.

And so he could only endure the torment.

Especially now, as the sound of wind and rain covered everything on earth, it could not erase the coquettish moans intermixed with the howling.

No wonder a soothsayer had said she was a beauty who brought disaster, with her natural charm; even just her voice alone was enough. Hearing her voice was like drowning, his heart roiling, swelling painfully.

A dim and cold light shone on that devastatingly beautiful face.

Chunyu Yan was maskless, his servants dismissed.

He leaned against the wall, tilting his face and chin slightly upward, his dark eyes slightly closed, listening to the madness next door, tormenting himself into a sweat-soaked tremble...

"Twelve." A gulp in his throat, low and indistinguishable, heard only by himself.

The sensation was indescribable, his mind filled with the image of the lady bending over, her hair cascading down, her curvaceous figure fully revealed, a light touch and her small hand encompassing him...

"Feng Twelve." He hissed her name through clenched teeth, his fantasies shattered.

He wanted to curse Pei Jue, that shameless man, for doing such things on his estate, yet his mind was overwhelmed by the noises from the next door, the woman’s soft cries mixed with the man’s low, heavy breathing, conjuring vivid images in his mind unbidden, imagining them writhing in madness.

Ah! A very faint scream came from next door.

Chunyu Yan’s heartstring snapped in an instant.

He knew that dog, Pei Wangzhi, must have succeeded. He was furious and resentful as a tormenting heat surged through him; he was desperate to live yet unable to die, grinding his teeth, his hands switched roughly, moving so fast they appeared as mere afterimages.

"Lady Yun..." Pei Jue murmured softly.

"General, hmm..."

Unaware of the listening ear behind the wall, the two in the midst of the stormy night were lost in their rolling, frenzied passion.

The two clung to each other, their fingers interlocked, their knuckles turning white...

Feng Yun rambled on and on.

Murmuring unclearly, mixing with the sound of her panting, incomprehensible.

Pei Jue was silent.

She was too delicate, and he was tall and strong, a stark mismatch. He dared not make any big movements, clenching his teeth, enduring the frustration that left him drenched in sweat, still she couldn’t bear it and left rows of teeth marks on his shoulder.

Not having Pearl Charms truly was a pity. He thought.

"The antidote, I need the antidote..." Feng Yun’s eyes were misty with tears, looking at him, pitiful like a young animal.

If she were sober, she might have cursed out Pei Jue, but at this moment her mind was muddled, her eyes tear-streaked with discontent as she fumbled at their entangled parts, whining about the pain and then, in confusion, coquettishly complaining.

"The radish must be eaten completely, only then will there be an antidote..."

The girl in the chaos was simply deliriously helpless.

Pei Jue gritted his teeth and pinched her.