Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

That kind of breath, so familiar.

It made her feel warm again, but in the warmth, she felt a bit of suffocating oppression.

Nan Yan frowned and opened his eyes subconsciously.

In the vague sight, there is a familiar silhouette, leaning in front of the eyes in the deep night, with red eyes and hot breathing, with a beast-like breath, like a tiger, lowering his head and sniffing being held by himself. Prey under the claws.

It is extremely dangerous.

However, I don't know why, maybe it was the upset of the past few days that made her tired, maybe it was the peace of mind brought by the familiar silhouette, Nan Yan didn't even feel the danger.

She just half-opened her confused eyes, looked at him for a while, and then closed her eyes again.

In the dim, I felt a hand stretched out.

He hugged the curled up body, half-wake-up, there was a feeling of clouds and fog, Nan Yan felt that he was being held for a while, and then, his back touched something soft, like a pile of clouds.

It's just cold.

However, the coldness was also temporary, because the next moment, a hot body was pressed on her body, those big hands slowly peeled off her thin clothes and wandered all over her body. The skin that was originally stained by the cold was slowly warmed up under the hot temperature.

Even some are hot.

She uttered a low groan, which seemed comfortable and a little uncomfortable, subconsciously raised her soft hands, trying to push away the thing that was constantly spraying the heat between her neck.

But the next moment, the soft little hand was grabbed and pressed against the top of his head.

This feeling of being imprisoned made her struggle all of a sudden, and her mouth also made an unbearable murmur. The originally chaotic consciousness plunged into deeper darkness at this moment. She tried her best to open her eyes, but felt herself Getting weaker and weaker.

In the dim, she opened her eyes, but saw a mist.

what is this?

She was at a loss, and she felt instinctively that she seemed to be in a wasteland. Looking around, she realized that what was in front of her was not fog, but yellow sand.

I can't see my fingers.

She faintly felt that this was a dream, and it was a suffocating nightmare.

Why is there such a dream?

Moreover, why is this feeling so familiar?

She struggled painfully, trying to break free, but she couldn't wake up, her whole body seemed to be tied up, and someone strangled her throat and suffocated her.

As if feeling her pain and suffocation, the big iron-like hand that held her hands on top of her head was finally released. Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and was hugged into a warm embrace.

Tears, the eyes gradually overflowing.

She was choking, panting, and curled up in that warm embrace.

He opened his eyes again, and saw a strange, young face in a dim light.

Although they were unfamiliar, the eyebrows that were so close at hand looked very familiar, just a little panicked, as if they didn't know what to do with her.

Nan Yan blurred for a while, then opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.

It is Zhu Feng.

He breathed rapidly, his whole body was sweaty, and his powerful arms hugged himself in his arms. Both of them were panting. When the skin touched each other, he could feel the temperature in each other's bodies, as if he was about to ignite the cold night.

Nan Yan was still a little confused: "The emperor..."

As soon as he spoke, he found that his voice was already dumb.

Of course she didn't know, she had been groaning and shouting all night, at this time, the morning light came through the window, and she was at a loss.

Zhu Feng is more at a loss than her.

When he woke up from the chaotic mind, he found that he had reached the cold palace, and under him was the little woman who was about to be crushed by himself.

She had a weak breath, lying in her arms.

She was soaked in sweat that almost drenched the bedding. What was even more shocking was the traces she left on her body, extending from her neck, collarbone, to her thighs.

It can be seen that I was like a beast last night.

Zhu Feng was still a bit at a loss. He only remembered that he was in a mess, and he didn't know how to get here, but the suffocation that entangled him like a nightmare, but because of her presence, slowly disappeared. .

But she looked terrible.

Zhu Feng frowned and his voice was a little hoarse, but because of the sweat on his face and a slight gasp, it seemed a little moving: "You, are you okay?"

"..."

Nan Yan looked at him quietly for a long time, then gently shook his head.

In fact, she was very painful and uncomfortable.

But she couldn't say it.

Because she faintly felt that what she had experienced was the dreamland that had entangled Zhu Feng.

She knew that it made him very painful, but she didn't expect it to be so.

It also gave her an inexplicable and familiar feeling.

She whispered: "Are you okay?"

Although the two people asked the same question, Zhu Feng's heart trembled suddenly when she heard her say this.

Obviously it was herself who made her so scarred, but she asked herself "Is it all right".

Zhu Feng felt that something was surging in his chest. It was a familiar, long-lost warmth that allowed him to regain his sense and his feelings.

He stretched out his hand and took her into his arms again.

Only this time, the force in his hand was much gentler, making her close to her chest, almost feeling her heartbeat.

Nan Yan felt a sore nose suddenly.

No matter how much quarrel between them and what kind of quarrel they have had before, it seems that as long as he gets close, as long as he gets close, something will come back naturally, even if he loses his memory, even if he is angry, it won’t change.

She gently buried her face in his arms.

In such a quiet morning, the mist poured in from the crack of the door, reflecting the scene, and it was so warm and heart-warming.

I don't know how long we have been cuddling in this way, Zhu Feng lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Nan Yan."

"Ok?"

"Go back with me."

"..."

Nan Yan's heart trembled slightly and raised his head from his arms.

Zhu Feng looked at the empty and humble room in front of him, and looked down at her again, his eyes filled with distress: "Go back to Yikun Palace."

"..."

As soon as he finished saying these words, he felt the original soft body stiff in his arms.

Nan Yan slowly broke free from her arms.

Zhu Feng frowned.

"you are not willing?"

"..."

Nan Yan did not speak, only lowered his head.

Zhu Feng's tone became darker: "Could it be that you are still mad at me, or do you still believe in me?"