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

"emperor……?"

She wasn't afraid, she just shuddered slightly, especially when she felt that her earlobe was bitten, and she suddenly shrank.

"You are so bold!"

Zhu Feng bit her delicate earlobe lightly with the tip of her teeth, and said, "How dare you make me angry!"

Nan Yan's voice was trembling: "Slaves..."

"Do you know where you are wrong?"

"No, I don't know..."

"Crimson plus one more!"

After speaking, the hands holding her waist harder, Nan Yan only felt that he was about to be embedded in his body.

Then, the two fell on the bed together.

"Ouch!"

Although at the moment he fell, Zhu Feng turned around and put himself underneath, but Nan Yan fell on him and snorted.

His chest is so hard, he might as well fall on the bed.

But this grunt made Zhu Feng's breathing heavier.

He turned over and pressed Nan Yan under him, as if a tiger was pressing a little rabbit under his paws: "Do you know what's wrong with you?"

"do not know."

"do not know?"

Zhu Feng gritted her teeth and suddenly bit her neck.

"Ouch!"

"Do you know this time?"

"..."

"Do you know it?"

Every time she asked, she took a bite on her earlobe, neck, or even her collarbone. The painful and itchy feeling made Nan Yan continue to struggle and laugh.

The two people rolled on the bed for a while.

When it finally stopped, Nan Yan's face turned red.

Desperately begging for mercy: "I know, I know I was wrong! The emperor spare me."

Zhu Feng stopped now.

He pressed her under her body and asked fiercely: "Huh! What's wrong?"

Nan Yan's head was dizzy, panting and said: "Should be with the emperor, not with others."

"anything else?"

"and also……?"

This time, she really wanted to break her head and couldn't think of it.

I can only softly beg: "Everything is wrong."

"..."

"The emperor don't punish me anymore."

"..."

"pain……"

Hearing her pitiful words, Zhu Feng let out a heavy sigh.

Looking down at her, her clothes were messy, and the clothes on one side were drooped, revealing her slender shoulders and large white skin.

His eyes were also watery, panting and looking at Zhu Feng.

In this way, Zhu Feng's belly tightened.

And Nan Yan, while panting, felt the breathing heavier and heavier, and the temperature in his eyes became hotter.

Being stared at like that, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

The two people got closer and closer.

Breath and heartbeat are like being linked by an invisible thread, and gradually, even the mind seems to be the same at this moment.

She could feel his anxiety at this moment.

He could also feel her shrinking at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Feng slowly leaned down and kissed her lips.

It was just a light peck, which was lighter and shallower than ever before, but for some reason, it seemed like a spark was ignited, and even a "pop" was heard.

Nan Yan's body shuddered suddenly.

His face was burning.

Zhu Feng looked down at her, gently lifted her messy hair, scattered on her cheeks, and said softly: "I, I really hope that day will come sooner."

"..."

"I want you to be my woman."

"..."

"That way, you can completely belong to me and stay by my side."

"..."

"I, I can't wait any longer."

Nan Yan immediately understood that he was talking about the day of canonization.

In fact, there are only a few days left.

However, for two people who love each other, the torment of wanting to get close but not being able to get close takes longer than the year.

But Nan Yan understood his anxiety.

The desire to have each other is not just for him.

She stretched out her hands and gently clung to his shoulders.

Putting his face on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, gently said: "The emperor, you are not alone in thinking like this."

"..."

"But, I'm not in a hurry."

"..."

"Because, if you are waiting for happiness, even waiting is also happy."

"..."

Hearing her say this, Zhu Feng's anxiety calmed down.

Indeed, not everyone can be so lucky, knowing that they are getting closer and closer to happiness, and knowing every step of happiness that comes.

Nan Yan whispered: "Sometimes, I think it seems to be a dream."

"..."

"I'm afraid when I will wake up from the dream."

With that, she shuddered again.

In the past ten years, those unbearable past events have caused her heart and body to suffer.

At that time, she couldn't imagine that she could be so happy.

Seeing her dazed and cautious, Zhu Feng's heart also softened.

He hugged her and turned over, leaning against the head of the bed, letting her lie on his chest.

The two were tightly attached to each other.

Stroking her long hair, he said softly, "Of course it's not a dream, it's real."

"..."

"Even a dream--"

Nan Yan looked up at him.

Zhu Feng also looked down at her and smiled: "I will be with you too."

Nan Yan smiled and hugged him tightly.

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Just like this one night.

Nan Yan woke up very late the next day.

Probably because I had been taking care of Ran Xiaoyu a few days ago and didn't sleep haha. It's rare to have such a long and stable sleep. She slept very comfortably.

All night, she seemed to be in a very wonderful dream.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a pair of eyes that had been with her in her dream.

Zhu Feng did not know when he was already awake and was looking at him.

There was still a little mist in Nan Yan's eyes, a little dazed, and a little innocent, looking at him stupidly, not knowing what to say.

Zhu Feng took a deep breath and turned over, pressing her under her body.

When she was still trapped in a dream and somehow couldn't wake up, she kissed her all at once.

"Well--"

In an instant, the fiery kiss swallowed everything.

Nan Yan seemed to wake up, but immediately, his mind collapsed in Zhu Feng's hot hug and hot kiss.

She couldn't speak, and didn't even have the strength to make any movements.

Only limply under him, accepting every attack from him.

In the morning, men always have desires.

Zhu Feng has always been able to control himself well. After all, he was born in the army, and his willpower is like steel.

But when I met this little woman, I realized that the so-called iron willpower—

Vulnerable.

He was going crazy just listening to her fine groans, sweet whispers, and even feeling the snow-white skin exposed in her messy clothes, shrinking slightly under the palm of his hand.