Feng Yun gazed at him intently.
Her starry eyes shimmered with tender ripples.
"Not going to save him?"
Pei Jue repeated, "Who told you that?"
Certain news from the battlefield is not known to anyone but the commanding officers.
Of course, Feng Yun couldn't betray Ao Qi.
She looked at Pei Jue's unchanging expression, slowly leaned in, wrapped her arms around his neck, and spoke softly, faintly:
"I guessed."
Her gaze was affectionate, her words tender.
However, Pei Jue saw through the pretense in her eyes.
"Ao Qi is asking for a beating."
He lowered his gaze to her, suddenly pinching her cheek.
"And you. You need to be properly punished."
Feng Yun pretended to wince in pain, furrowing her brows in dissatisfaction as she looked at him.
"What have I done wrong?"
Her face was soft and fair, very pinchable.
Pei Jue was tempted, his fingertips pressing down with a bit more force.
"Spying on military affairs, going to the front line privately."
