The Slender Waist-Chapter 716 - 515: Pretending to be Serious

In the study.

Jiu You stood outside the door, Qian Sanniu added tea at the wooden case, and Pei Jue held a roll of documents, sitting erect.

Feng Yun stepped over the threshold, her greetings graceful.

Only then did Pei Jue raise his eyes to look, "You all may leave."

Qian Sanniu sighed in relief.

"Yes."

The door closed, footsteps retreating.

Feng Yun walked closer to inspect his cluttered desk, filled with official documents, her expression turned somber as well.

"Is it very troublesome?"

Pei Jue silently looked at her, set down the documents, and took out two porcelain vases from the drawer.

"Come, let me apply the medicine for you."

The bodies of the vases, in shades of green, were very familiar; Feng Yun’s eyelids twitched slightly, her cheeks instantly burning hot.

"No need..."

Pei Jue: "I was somewhat impulsive last night."

There are things that sound fine when spoken between two people at night, but bringing them into the daylight of a study, and having these eye-to-eye discussions, even if Feng Yun wanted to be open, it still felt very strange.

Especially since Pei Jue’s expression was serious...

After all, it was out of concern for her, Feng Yun couldn’t find fault.

Lightly flicking her hair, she awkwardly said:

"Thank you, my King. I’ll take it back to my room; I can do it myself..."

Pei Jue: "You can’t see clearly by yourself."

He patiently picked up Feng Yun, sat her on the wooden table in front of him, her spine stiffened, thinking of escaping but he encircled her back.

"What’s to be shy about?" Pei Jue grabbed her hand, pinning it on the wooden case, "What haven’t I seen before?"

After such intimate acts between a man and a woman, there’s inevitably a sticky and tacky feeling, even without saying anything, their expressions and movements are exceptionally subtle.

Feng Yun gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.

"That’s different."

She struggled, feeling that Pei Jue was up to no good.

"My elder brother is still waiting for me, we can talk later tonight..."

Pei Jue glanced at her, "You might endure, but I can’t. Just saw you walking, seemed in pain, right?"

Feng Yun: ...

Earlier when he and Wen Xingsu entered, Feng Yun came out to greet, considering herself dignified and proper, any discomfort wouldn’t possibly show...

She said: "My King, you hardly glanced at me just now."

Pei Jue lightly said, "The elder brother was present, it wasn’t appropriate."

Heh.

Still knows to keep up appearances, huh?

"Inappropriate, yet you had Zuo Zhong interrupt our conversation three times?"

Pei Jue held her chin, kissed it.

"I didn’t mean to interrupt your discussion, but actually... it’s hard to focus when concerned about Lady Yun’s well-being."

Feng Yun glanced at him sideways.

Pei Jue then straightened her chin, kissed it again.

"Let’s apply the medicine."

"I won’t." Feng Yun felt awkward, "Didn’t we agree on a quarter of an hour? Hurry out for the meal, your elder brother is waiting."

"A quarter of an hour is quite enough. I’m not doing anything else."

"..."

Regardless of propriety, Pei Jue scooped her up horizontally, seated her on the mat, rolling up his sleeves, then pulling her skirt.

It felt like the world was spinning; Feng Yun barely settled down when a cool sensation spread on her calf.

His hands had just been washed, still wet, from fingertips to palm, all cold.

Feng Yun shivered, sitting stiffly.

"Then I’m at your service, my King."

She didn’t want to appear too frail or delicate.

It’s been so long since they were married; she was no naïve girl. More importantly, she felt if she showed shy and timid gestures, Pei Gou might feel even more pleased...

He really liked to tease her.

Saying nothing on the surface, appearing to be honest, but his moves were calculated...

Feng Yun could initially watch him calmly.

From top to bottom, those deep eyes, a high-ridged nose, lips tight in concentration...

His head bowed, forehead full, eyelashes long...

As Pei Jue was tall, Feng Yun rarely saw him from this angle, he looked good.

Without the aura of the "King of Hell General," his masculine and handsome appearance still made her heart skip a beat...

"Hiss..."

Feng Yun soon couldn’t spare any attention elsewhere.

His hands applying the medicine were gentle and slow.

The creamy ointment was softly applied, then slowly smoothed out, as if caring for fragile petals...

The cooling ointment brought inescapable comfort and boundless pleasure.

She couldn’t control her body’s reactions, quietly gritting her teeth, with a faint breath escaping her nostrils...

Pei Jue looked up, "It hurts."

Feng Yun glared at him.

He bowed his head, "Then I’ll be gentler."

Seriously.

Then, in a place Feng Yun couldn’t see, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

Feng Yun was almost unable to bear it, intending to urge him to hurry, but she moaned instead.

Pei Jue: "What’s wrong?"

Feigning ignorance.

Feng Yun gritted her teeth: "If you continue this carefully, a quarter of an hour won’t be enough..."

Pei Jue frowned, "What does Lady Yun want to do to me?"

Feng Yun nearly burst out laughing.

As if a serious expression could hide his mischief.

"Stop pretending." Feng Yun glared at him, "Isn’t it just that you resent me for causing trouble yesterday with your beloved sister? The Palace Attendant from Fangyun Hall was called away by me, she had no one to attend to her, so she had to shout and make a fuss. Was there anyone who complained about me to you?"