The Slender Waist-Chapter 98 - 77: Riding the Horse Across Emotions

The horse was swaying.

Feng Yun’s body swayed along with it.

The horse’s movements were not wide, but squeezed on its back and nestled in Pei Jue’s arms, she could sense any slight emotion, his fervor, and his madness. Her heart felt somewhat sour. This familiarity caused her pain and fear, yet she had no choice but to hold on to him tightly to avoid being thrown off.

The wind caressed her cheeks, cool.

Feng Yun found it harder to breathe.

"Let’s return to the residence," Feng Yun gazed at the street lamps not far ahead and grabbed Pei Jue’s collar, saying it again.

"Scared?" Pei Jue propped her up, his voice deep as it fell in her ear, as if carrying the night’s enchantment, as charming as it gets, "Hold on to me."

"Scared," Feng Yun buried herself in his embrace. There actually was no light or people around, but it was exactly this darkness that made Pei Jue’s breathing exceptionally clear and prolonged, further disrupting her heart.

"If we’re seen, we won’t be able to face anyone."

Pei Jue paused, then looked down at her.

There seemed to be surprise in his dark eyes, yet it was accompanied by a restrained smile.

"I told you to hold on to avoid falling."

Feng Yun opened her mouth, then closed it, her ears burning hot.

This man rarely behaved badly, usually so proper, but certain things could indeed be vile. It’s just that this side of Pei Jue, others never saw...

When their eyes met, the horse raised its hooves, and the closeness created a space of secrecy on its back. The slight friction became acute, and their blood seemed to coalesce, clamoring to break through barriers in a wild rush.

In their silent communication, he understood, and she too.

The tacit understanding under such tension was thrilling to the point of trembling.

"General..."

"Mhm," Pei Jue’s hand, against her temple, brushed past, lifting her face, "Don’t be afraid."

After he reassured her like that, a kiss laced with the night wind pressed down on her.

Feng Yun’s whimper was swallowed into his throat, her mind suddenly in chaos.

Such intimacy should belong to lovers, yet with neither affection nor love, their understanding was still perfect. As they were jostled by the horse’s movement, they indulged in wild entanglement, breaths irregular...

Pei Jue was very good at it.

Intense, while deeply attentive to her feelings.

She remembered how in her previous life, when they first got together, he had been quite awkward, like a green youth, often fumbling for half the night without access. It took a long time for him to become adept enough to easily control and care for her, to let her enjoy the benefits of General Pei.

But he now...

Was both familiar and strange.

Feng Yun suddenly felt very confused, not sure if she remembered incorrectly...

Many things had changed with her rebirth. Was Pei Jue still the man from her previous life who prided himself on his chastity? Had he already been with someone else? Li Sangruo?

"Close your eyes." Pei Jue lowered his head, staring at her, his arms wrapping tightly around her, as if embracing a treasured possession. He forcibly exchanged breaths in the space between their lips.

Feng Yun, wordless, suddenly clenched her fist and struck him fiercely and violently, completely unlike her previous passionate state.

Pei Jue took a few hits before he picked her up, no longer allowing her to ride on the horse’s back but instead seated her on his lap, then flicked the reins.

"Giddy up!"

Feng Yun’s hands were trapped under his arms, unable to hit him, but the inexplicable anger in her heart persisted, so she began to struggle. Pei Jue then held her even tighter. As they rubbed against each other in this manner, Feng Yun heard his muted gasps.

"Stop moving," Pei Jue was struggling to contain himself.

Feng Yun reached for his shoulders.

"It seems the General has made up his mind to be scoundrels with me," she said.

"..." Pei Jue flicked his gaze toward her, his face twitching.

Feng Yun’s complexion was not good.

It was as if he was the scoundrel who had taken advantage of her, not as if it were mutual.

Pei Jue’s expression turned cold, "What did you just say?"

To cast aside all bonds, to take only what each needed. No talk of love, marriage, concubinage, or offspring; to enjoy to the fullest when together, to part without entanglement. To come with joy, and to leave without sorrow.

Feng Yun looked at his cold gaze and shivered, snapping back to reality.

She shouldn’t be the obstinate Feng Yun from her last life.

If she had decided, then she should separate feelings from desire.

Feng Yun felt a surge of anger within her, but it quickly subsided.

Replaced by a sigh, "The General is a good opponent, but I’ve just thought of a small problem," she admitted.

Pei Jue seemed to have already guessed something, very calm.

"Let’s hear it," he said.

Listening to his rapid heartbeat, Feng Yun softly asked, "General, are you still pure?"

Pei Jue looked at her sternly, taking a moment to understand what she meant, gazing at her deeply, "What do you think?"

Feng Yun responded, "It’s me who’s asking the General."