It looked like a slip knot, but with a tug, it turned into a tight knot, the tension just right, not painful for her, yet inescapable.
Feng Yun looked silently at herself, "Are you craving crab?"
Pei Jue still wore a stern face, not stopping until he had bound her securely, and then slowly rose to his feet.
Feng Yun said, "Untie me."
Pei Jue ignored her.
He just stood there before Feng Yun, glaring at her, and began to pull open his collar...
He was wearing a Prince's python robe, crafted from luxurious fabric, enhancing the depth of his eyes with a natural oppressiveness and dignity.
One garment after another.
He tossed them onto the wooden stand nearby—
The arms and torso he revealed were firm and strong.
His nearly perfect robust figure appeared before Feng Yun's eyes.
Feng Yun blushed involuntarily, "It's broad daylight, you're not afraid of ridicule, but I am."
Pei Jue ignored her.
Feng Yun was on the verge of fury.
