"Lady Yun," Pei Jue whispered low at her lips, as if to console, "We can." His voice grew hoarse again, "We can."
Feng Yun had no strength to respond, her thoughts anxiously fixed on the people outside, on Ao Qi calling her "maiden" with a desperate tone, and her emotions couldn't help but become urgent.
Nerves made her so tense it was suffocating. Pei Jue's breaths went from slow to quick, both their faces flushed red from the lamp light, their discomfort a shared sensation, sweat dripping, their heartbeats trembling together in the heavy air...
There were people outside.
People were...
They would hear them.
In tacit agreement and restraint, neither made another sound.
The occasional short gasps were all buried in the sounds of rain and wind, the chaotic, intense friction of their bodies close together melting into the tangled breath, letting the firelight morph into layers of shivers.
Feng Yun's consciousness wavered.
