Chapter 445: A Brief Mention

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Warm Pavilion.

The lamplight flickered ambiguously, the gauze curtains swayed, exuding the scent of entwined intimacy.

The flames licked at the light source as if to devour the darkness...

Feng Yun casually straddled Pei Jue's body, her shadow shallowly swaying with the twist of her hips.

One hand of hers propped on his arm, the other guiding the writing brush, like a great scholar patiently composing a masterpiece. Amidst her enchanting grace, the soft tip of the brush, under her control, glided over each inch of his stretched muscles, like a demon drawing one into the abyss...

"Guess what character this is, my King," she teased.

"Lady Yun..." Pei Jue's voice was a bit hoarse, the breath caught in his throat turned into a deep, husky color of desire.

"Wrong guess? If you can't guess it, I'll just have to keep writing," she said.

Pei Jue:...

Whether he guessed it right or not, it was all up to her to decide.