Feng Yun's ears trembled as she listened, and she irresistibly felt a tickle, as if a flood had surged beneath her, unable to utter half a word.
You beast.
She spat at him, despising both him and herself.
Pei Jue straightened her face, "What did you call me?"
Feng Yun knew what he wanted. At times like these, men always liked to hear some flattery to get going faster.
She understood, but she wouldn't indulge him.
"General?"
"Hmm?"
"Pei Dog?"
"Say it again."
"Pei Dog Pei Dog Pei Dog... Dog..." Her tone shattered by the impact, turning into a suppressed low moan.
He did not make any more abrupt moves, did not force himself on her, but his pace was faster than before; the thin fabric did nothing to stop the spread of such swelling heat. Feng Yun went limp, her hands weakly bracing on his shoulders as her throat trembled with an inarticulate voice.
Pei Jue slapped her buttocks once, as if biting down, trying to crush her.
"Call me master!"
