Feng Yun had Xiaoman fetch some hot water and got a towel to wipe him down.
As the servant girl was about to step forward, Pei Jue's half-closed eyes opened, his lashes fluttering, his gaze direct.
"Get away."
He still acted high and mighty even though he was drunk.
Feng Yun bent over to loosen his clothes, but as soon as her hand reached his belt, he grabbed it and pulled. His arm, strong and muscular, easily caused Feng Yun to lose her balance and tumble onto him.
"Yun lady, help me," he said.
His voice, low and hoarse, was brimming with impatience.
Xiaoman, her face flushed, stood frozen, unsure what to do.
Feng Yun took the towel from her and glanced at the man's face flushed with desire in the dim light.
"You may leave."
With an "oh," Xiaoman cast a worried glance at Feng Yun and went out, closing the door behind her.
Daman stood with his back to her, watching as Xiaoman left. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something.
