Her arms shot up and violently clasped around his neck.
"Has the General forgotten what he said?"
"What?" he asked.
"That day upon leaving Changmen, you left a note, saying you would... treat me well? Hmm?"
Her voice was enchanting and provocative, as if she were teasing him.
Pei Jue's breath hitched, his grip on her shoulders tightened abruptly.
Their gazes met in the air, their breaths mere inches apart.
Some things didn't need to be said to be understood, yet today Pei Jue was exceptionally restrained, his eyes firmly fixated on her as if he wanted to peel away every inch of her skin, fierce and intense, yet his body remained still.
Feng Yun grew impatient, lifting her head to search for his lips…
"Dirty," he avoided her unconsciously.
Having come down from the city walls, covered in dust and weariness, he didn't want to touch her.
