This voice was seductive and enticing, each word resembling a restrained thirst on the tip of the tongue, coaxing its way into Feng Yun's ears.
Feng Yun's cheeks turned a light red as she patted his back.
"What's the rush? Am I going to run away?"
Pei Jue didn't speak, his eyes filled with long-accumulated desire. His gaze was scorching as he pulled her fair little hand downward, his hoarse voice asking, "You see what I'm in a hurry for?"
The affliction of dry heat tormented him, his head thrown back, a large bulge swelling up.
Feng Yun suddenly withdrew her hand, scolding him:
"You're so impetuous just after coming back. I worried about you for nothing."
Pei Jue stared at her, his eyes turning red with restraint.
"Worried about what?"
"Must have gone through a lot of hardships outside, right? Look at your complexion, the stubble on your face, how long have you not closed your eyes?"
