This alluring voice.
Pei Jue pressed the back of his hand against her forehead; the cold touch made her comfortably sigh in soft abandon, rolling over toward him.
Pei Jue grunted as she bumped into him, but she looked aggrieved. Seemingly intolerant of the chill from his body, she shivered and wrapped the blanket around herself, burrowing into his embrace.
Pei Jue wrapped his arm around her in one swift motion.
The woman's skin was as soft and smooth as jade, making one's hips tingle and bones soften even through the fabric.
"Lady Yun?"
The night was silent, their breaths intermingling.
Slowly, Pei Jue caressed her silky raven hair; he was nothing like the rumored cruel and violent King of Hell General, but rather the most tender of lovers...
Feng Yun was quiet for a moment before suddenly letting out a light moan, frowning as she lifted the blanket to grab Pei Jue's hand.
Pei Jue thought she had awoken, brushed a strand of hair behind her neck, "Lady Yun?"
