Feng Yun originally wanted to stop him, but the hand clutching his just couldn't bear to let go, placed on her own body, her throat emitted the sticky, glutinous meow of a cat, "Here, and here..."
Pei Jue stared at her intently.
He was familiar with the light in her eyes.
Last time she was pulled out of the Changhe River, she had looked just like this, tender and soft, deeply moved.
"How should I help you?" Pei Jue's voice was slightly hoarse, the darkness in his eyes like a black hole that could suck in souls, seemingly about to devour her whole.
Feng Yun couldn't say anything.
At this moment, she wasn't herself, as if dominated by some demon or ghost, her consciousness scattered, only clinging to his body and rubbing against him to soothe the itch, gasping quietly from her mouth.
"Lady Yun?" Pei Jue patted her, signaling for her to lift her head.
"Who am I?"