Pei Jue was thrown back a step.
It was like being struck in the heart by a soft firework.
Feng Yun, pretending not to hear, refused to belittle herself in the slightest, leaning into Pei Jue's embrace. She began to recklessly tug at his clothing. Pei Jue was not wearing his armor, his robe was loose and wide, his dark hair as lustrous as jade, his attire intricately complicated.
She grew impatient when she couldn't undo them and simply gave up, sliding down to pull at his belt instead.
"Tsk tsk, dressing up like this to meet the Empress Dowager..."
"No."
"Yes."
"..."
Pei Jue sighed softly, wrapping his arms around her and lowering his voice to ask,
"Does Lady Yun not trust me?"
Of course, that wasn't it...
If a man really wanted to stray, you could stop him once, but not forever.
She didn't mistrust him; she just didn't want to let Li Sangruo be too pleased.
