It was then that he raised his voice fiercely to pressure her:
"Speak! Why was Chunyu Yan in your bed?"
He indeed knew.
He also knew that the beauty was Chunyu Yan.
Even if Pei Jue hadn't seen Chunyu Yan's face, he would recognize that Suiyu Sword.
Feng Yun compromised.
"Killing a man doesn't go beyond the head, there's no need to interrogate like this..."
"Is that so?" Pei Jue's voice was inexplicably tense.
Feng Yun cried out with a delicate voice, grabbing his wandering hand.
"Kill or flay me as you please, General, just don't torture me..."
"To kill, and to flay. Killing thoroughly, leaving not a single piece of armor."
Feng Yun became somewhat breathless.
She suddenly realized that this Pei Jue was simply a lustful rival who met his match in her, no longer the ignorant General Pei from before, able to keep up with whatever she said, often leaving her at a loss for words.
"Don't... It's really not a good time for me..."
Feng Yun suspected Pei Jue might kill her.
