She doubted herself must be melting, she gasped out a sentence:
"I... General, wait, I'm somewhat indisposed..."
Pei Jue looked at her coolly, reached out to clutch her hand, and suddenly his voice deepened.
"You still have a chance."
Feng Yun's mind was so blank it could have been painted with ink, and she did not react for a moment.
"What... what chance?"
Pei Jue's hand slid down along her waistline, his face expressionless, his lips almost touching hers again... but unexpectedly, a slap, neither too light nor too heavy, landed on her soft buttock.
"Beg for mercy!"
"..." Feng Yun's eyes widened.
Of course she knew what Pei Jue wanted.
If he hadn't been so pent up, had longed for it so much, would he have hastened back to see her, crossing the Huaishui from Xinzhou right after the war had just ended?
What General Pei was best at was that very thing.
But she was suddenly slapped on the butt, awkward and panicked, her cheeks immediately burning hot and red.
