The Slender Waist-Chapter 50 - 42 My Husband

I don’t know how long I had been sinking and floating in the water...

In a daze, Feng Yun only felt her body fall into a damp embrace, the man encircling her tightly and forcefully, his breath hot on the back of her neck, tormenting her between flames and ice...

Her mind was somewhat blank.

"Let go of me..."

The man was very inappropriate, it was hard to tell if it was intentional or accidental, his actions rough and intense, yanking her hair to pull her towards the shore.

Pain! Instinctively, Feng Yun resisted, her arms and legs thrashing desperately...

Splash! The two of them fell heavily into the river.

Feng Yun looked down, biting hard on the back of his hand, pulling frantically, unwilling to leave the comfort the river water provided...

She was fierce, but the man was fiercer!

An arm crossed in front of her, dragging her over with ruthless and merciless movements, choking Feng Yun almost out of breath.

"Move again and I’ll drown you!" he said in a low voice laced with shortness of breath. He hauled her over, face to face, and wrapped her in his embrace, his solid chest knocking the senses out of Feng Yun.

Feng Yun was startled and turned her head to look...

The moonlight fell unabashedly on his face, his hair tied up, droplets of water on his wheat-colored face made his well-defined features appear even more cutting, as if he could see right through her with one glance...

It was Pei Jue...

A string in Feng Yun’s mind snapped.

"Hold on tight!" Pei Jue gripped her hand firmer, his eyes dark and heavy, his jaw tense, "You’re going to fall off."

"Mmm..."

The breath was warm and lingering, falling on the side of her ear.

Feng Yun clung to him, her teeth chattering involuntarily.

In the hot season, both of them were wearing very thin clothes, the fabric unable to block their contact, she pressed against his taut abdomen, could clearly perceive his outline, even the bulging veins on his arm from exertion were visible...

Pei Jue paddled them toward the shore...

She was limp and weak, clinging tightly to him.

Looking into the distance, it was the river’s gentle ripples, swaying.

Both of them were panting,

Feng Yun’s body trembled even more.

There was a craze howling, gnawing at her, clinging stickily together with damp bodies in an ambiguous position, about to crush her last defenses...

"General..." she whispered softly.

Pei Jue looked down, his gaze fixed on her face.

Carrying someone while swimming was not easy. He breathed heavily, his dark eyes filled with a forceful and ferocious power, like a hunting beast, brimming with primal instincts.

"Don’t move!"

He probably wanted to tear her apart.

Feng Yun was familiar with such a look.

If it weren’t for being immersed in cold water, her whole body would burst into flames.

No! She was already burning.

Burning on Pei Jue.

The sound of the water slapping against them, in the wilderness of Changhe River, was exceptionally mournful. Feng Yun was almost hanging on him, with the heat from their rubbing motions stirring up a river of water, then closing her eyes, listening to the splashes around her, her toes wrapped around his lower back, curling unbearably with the friction...

It was unbearable.

She wished she could sink to the bottom of the river right away.

But Pei Jue did not give her that chance.

Her body, eroded by the drugs, did not allow her to stay conscious.

Embraced in such a position, with clothes as thin as nothing, the insufferable numbness made it impossible for her to suppress the drug’s effects, which were a hundred times stronger than willpower.

Her bones seemed to have become lighter.

Pressing against him, a wave of weakness and soreness washed over her.

Pei Jue maintained the posture of paddling forward, his expression unchanged.

The moon was strong, and the attendants on the shore could not see the rapid undercurrents below the water.

"General..." Feng Yun called out again.

"Shut your mouth, will you?" His voice was pressed low, breathing right beside her ear, exuding an indescribable irritability, yet incredibly enticing.

"I can’t shut it... It hurts." Feng Yun sighed deeply, steadying herself on Pei Jue’s shoulders, staring into those reddened black eyes as if afraid of slipping, she wrapped around him even tighter, completely unaware that her subtle movements were giving Pei Jue a devastatingly arousing stimulation.

"General, help me, will you?"

A low moan, enticing enough to be lethal, her damp face with a seductive flush, sweat fragrant and warm, with disheveled clothes, staring straight at him, just like the long dress that clung to Pei Jue...

Mesmerizing, defiant, yet incredibly soft.

"How can I help?"

In the moonlit night, his hoarse voice took a long time to come through.

Feng Yun suspected it was deliberate.

Her so wretched.

Pei Jue clearly saw how wretched she was, yet insisted she beg him.

If this man wasn’t Pei Jue, perhaps she could endure a little longer.

But once she knew it was him...

Having done everything possible in the previous life for three years, what harm would there be in a few more times?

Feng Yun grabbed the cloth behind his neck with both hands, pressing against him softly, her whole body seemed to be sitting on his waist, whispering something in his ear like a kitten, then nibbling at his Adam’s apple.