"Then bring me Xiao Cheng's goat hair brush."
Pei Jue's voice went hoarse, "For what?"
Feng Yun: "Mind your own..."
Pei Jue lifted her chin.
His gaze was predatory, with a desire to conquer smoldering in his eyes. After a moment of silence, like a beast hunting its prey, he suddenly lowered his head and bit her neck gently without using much force, just grazing her skin.
"General..." she gasped sharply, her breath stopping at her neck as if he might bite through her throat at any moment. Feng Yun felt a shiver run through her, her body hair standing on end.
A bite landed on Pei Jue's shoulder.
After a long while.
"Are you gratified now?" he asked, not hearing a response and lifting her head again to see the teeth marks on his shoulder, his thumb brushing her lips, "You sure know how to bite."
Feng Yun's cheeks tinged with pink, as if she had been plucked from water, her voice melodious and tender, her tempting allure seemingly dissolving.
