Pei Jue responded, "Hmm."
Feng Yun said: "I didn't agree. It was their own assumption."
She glanced at him again, gently smoothing her sleeve, her demeanor languid, full of drowsiness.
"However, the words said before still stand, I won't bind the king. If you want, I will step aside."
"Truly generous."
Pei Jue twirled a strand of her hair, his warm palm brushed against her cheek, and suddenly he grabbed her and pulled hard.
Feng Yun crashed heavily into his arms like that.
Against his firm body, she felt a bit dizzy.
Pei Jue forced her to look up and meet his gaze.
"Do you really think so?"
The smile on Feng Yun's face spread lazily across her lips.
"Does what I think really matter?"
"Feng Yun." Pei Jue stared into her eyes, rarely using her full name, "I'll say it once more, remember this..."
Feng Yun's eyes widened, all ears.
But then she heard him say: "Forgive my inappropriate words, my lady."
Feng Yun: "...What?"
