Pei Jue didn't speak as if he had no intention of saying anything. He just tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her closer than usual, which made Feng Yun feel as though she was straddling him. She could easily detect his arousal, burning like fire at her earlobes.
"General Pei is in quite a mood."
"Sorry." Pei Jue's voice was low and husky.
He said he was sorry, but his body showed no sign of it. With a jolt from the big black horse, he pressed heavily against her, more forcefully than before, irritating Feng Yun greatly. However, held tight in his embrace, she had no space to struggle.
"If General Pei suspects me of collusion with the enemy, then just kill me. Why demean me?" Feng Yun grasped his arm, pinching him with force, her temper flaring on impulse.
Pei Jue's grip loosened a bit, and he slowly lifted her face, "Saying those insincere things just to spite Xiao San?"
Feng Yun didn't know how to smooth things over at that moment.