The faint scent invaded my nostrils as Pei Jue lowered his head.
With a contented sigh, Feng Yun's blurred vision caught sight of the man's Adam's apple sliding up and down, his eyes nearly shooting fire...
A seductive fragrance spread through the air.
Pei Jue grasped her hand and forcefully pulled it away.
"Oh..." She couldn't speak, her hand gripping the man's solid arm desperately, pitiful, "Stop torturing me..."
Pei Jue looked down, their noses nearly touching, "Still want your elder brother?"
Feng Yun's eyes were vacant, and she murmured dreamily, "Yes."
"You..."
Pei Jue's throat felt like it was clogged with stones, his voice hoarse.
"Damn it!"
"Yes..."
The woman, out of her mind, kept murmuring that single, obstinate word.
Pei Jue wished he could strangle her.
If he could, he wouldn't want her in such an incoherent state.
The frenzied tearing apart was induced by the aphrodisiac, not born of emotion.