Pei Jue's eyes burned with passion, yet his face was unexpectedly calm.
He bent down, steadied the maiden's shoulders with his hands, and attempted to move her face, creased from being pressed against the desk...
Two rows of soft, dense eyelashes lightly brushed against the palm of his hand.
There was a flash of explosive light that flickered and disappeared in his dark pupils.
In recent days, Pei Jue's energy had been devoted to warfare, and he hadn't taken his medicine for a long time, but his body, tormented by lust, did not spare him just because General Pei was preoccupied with the war.
It was bearable when Feng Yun was not by his side, but once she was within reach, a fierce desire surged wildly up his spine; the trapped beast within him raged, calling to break free from its cage, beyond his control.
