Pei Jue remained silent behind her for a long while.
Feng Yun turned her head to glance at him.
The man was earnestly twisting his hair, his face unruffled.
The sleeping robe on Feng Yun's body was quite loose; as he tugged at his hair, from time to time, a patch of fair skin was revealed, her beauty veiled yet tempting. Yet, Pei Jue took it in stride.
"If you won't give it, then don't, but what sort of hero pouts like that?"
Feng Yun closed her eyes, curbing her smile and pretending to be angry.
Pei Jue paused, put down the cloth to turn her body towards him, his gaze lingering low on her face, "Clarify, what do you want?"
Feng Yun's mind went blank.
She had asked so indecently, what was there for him not to understand?