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"Do you plan to tell His Majesty about your visit?"
Pei Jue paused briefly, "No need."
Once that is said, there would be a heap of formalities.
He only came back to see her, disliking restraint and fuss.
"But..."
Feng Yun furrowed her brows, sensing the hem of her dress being lifted by his rough palm, her body trembling slightly.
"But there are no walls that can keep out the wind completely; people will eventually find out."
Pei Jue: "It does not matter."
So what if they know?
As long as it is not made public.
Pei Jue said, "You needn't concern yourself with it."
Feng Yun guessed his concerns, humming in agreement; even if she wanted to pay attention, she no longer had the energy to do so.
In the midst of sentimentality, their clothes were already scattered, the man, while speaking, was already like a dragon exploring its path, gently grinding and rolling slowly...
"Slower, slower..." She collapsed there, almost unable to catch her breath.
