The tent was neatly lined with weapons and armor of various lengths, all of which looked heavy.
She didn't know where her dress had gone; she was only wearing a loose men's tunic, curled up on a low couch like a flower bud that had endured ravaging...
"Where is this?"
Pei Jue had already changed clothes, wearing a deep robe with wide sleeves, his back to her, obscuring that robust, strong set of muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and straight. He looked very handsome, but Feng Yun always thought of him as a wild beast that devoured people...
Pei Jue didn't turn around, "Eat something now that you're awake."
Feng Yun looked at the soup bowl on the cabinet to her left, then at the men's tunic on her body, feeling a slight warmth in her heart, "My clothes..."
"Gone," Pei Jue stated concisely.
What Feng Yun wanted to ask was who had changed her clothes.
