"Huh..."
Ao Qi squatted in the distance.
Eager to try, he growled softly.
Every time Pei Jue came, he always did this.
Feng Yun's eyes curved, showing no emotion for this, she pursed her dry lips and smiled at Ao Qi, then spoke to Pei Jue.
"General, what are you doing? You've frightened Ao Qi."
"Would Lady Yun be afraid of me?" Pei Jue held her tightly in his embrace, unconsciously rubbing his chin against her hair, his voice calm.
A chill flashed briefly in Feng Yun's eyes before she broke into a smile, hooked one hand around his neck, and bit his chin.
Fearless in action.
Feng Yun often felt that when communicating with Pei Jue, the body spoke louder than words, so where possible, she'd communicate physically and speak less.
Her slender attire outlined her graceful, slender waist against her dark hair like the blood-sucking demoness men spoke of in those strange records, winding tightly around Pei Jue, undulating in a way that trembled both body and mind.
