Feng Yun had no recollection of this matter.
The images from their two lifetimes together often overlapped, and some words she could not immediately clarify when exactly they were spoken.
When Pei Jue looked at her, she would frequently confuse him with the past.
"If you won't call me that, then never call me that again."
The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and her lips were wet, creating the perfect atmosphere. Her voice was enticing, with a lilt at the end.
Pei Jue looked down, staring into her eyes, "Then in our tender moments, how should I address you?"
Feng Yun looked back at him.
Then she glanced at General Xie's grave and was certain.
The Pei Jue of this life was no more serious than before. No matter how restrained he seemed, deep down, he was still that despicable man. The Qi Army calling him Pei Gou was not mistaken.
She said, "As you wish."
Pei Jue: "I'll call you that when we're intimate."
