In the game of male and female, Feng Yun was not someone willing to suffer a loss.
Three days.
They seemed to have become one entity.
Like a sword, like a sheath.
Perfectly matched, a natural pair.
"I'm a vulgar person, if you give, I'll take,"
Feng Yun's eyes were shining, misty as if with fog, cat-like, with a laughing tide in their rims, "Drink once to revel in the moon and twice to drown sorrow, I'll accompany you to the end of the earth. Let's see who dies first."
"Don't move." Every time she did, Pei Jue was even more in agony.
Nobody knew how exasperating this woman could be...
His breath grew heavy, his voice hoarse, "Feng Yun, you're ruthless."
Feng Yun slightly raised her eyebrows, "Who made the King serve me so well?"
Pei Jue was choked with rage, nearly grinding his back teeth to bits.
Neither of them was willing to concede, not even verbally.
"Fine, it's yours..."
