That breath, so familiar.
It made her feel warm again, but in the warmth, she felt a suffocating sense of oppression.
Nan Yan frowned, and subconsciously opened her eyes.
In the blurred vision, there is a familiar silhouette, coming close to his eyes in the deep night, his eyes are red, his breath is hot, exuding a beast-like breath, like a tiger, lowering its head and sniffing the skin being held down by itself. Prey in the claws.
It can be described as extremely dangerous.
But, I don't know why, maybe it's because of the restlessness that made her tired, maybe it's because of the sense of security brought by the familiar silhouette, Nan Yan didn't feel any danger.
She just half-opened her confused eyes, looked at him for a while, and then closed them again.
Dimly, I felt a hand stretched out.
Hugging the curled up body, in a half-dream and half-awake state, there was a feeling of flying through the clouds, Nan Yan felt that she was being carried and walked for a while, and then, her back touched something soft, like a pile of clouds.
Just a little cold.
However, that coldness was also temporary, because the next moment, a hot body pressed against her body, and those big hands slowly peeled off the thin clothes on her body, and traveled all over her body, The skin that was originally chilled by the cold air was slowly warmed up by the hot temperature.
Even, a little hot.
She let out a low moan, as if she was comfortable, but also a little uncomfortable, subconsciously raised her limp hands, trying to push away the thing that was constantly gushing hot air between her neck.
But the next moment, the limp little hand was grabbed and pressed against the top of the head.
This feeling of being imprisoned made her struggle all of a sudden, and there was an unbearable murmur in her mouth. At this moment, her somewhat chaotic consciousness fell into a deeper darkness. She tried her best to open her eyes, but she felt Getting weaker and weaker.
In a haze, she opened her eyes, but saw a fog.
What's this
She was at a loss, and felt intuitively that she seemed to be in a wasteland. Looking around, she realized that what was in front of her was not a fog, but yellow sand all over the sky.
I can't see my fingers.
She faintly felt that this was a dream, moreover, 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 bound, and someone strangled her throat, making her suffocate.
As if feeling her pain and suffocation, the big, iron-like hands that clasped her hands above her head finally let go, and Nan Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, panting, and was hugged into a warm embrace.
Tears gradually filled the eyes.
She choked up, panting, and curled up in that warm embrace that was a little hot.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a strange, young face in a haze.
Although it was unfamiliar, the eyebrows that were close at hand seemed very familiar, but she was a little panicked, as if she didn't know what to do with her.
Nan Yan blurred for a moment, then opened her eyes, and saw a familiar face.
It's Zhu Feng.
He was short of breath, sweating profusely all over his body, and embraced himself in his arms with strong arms, both of them were panting, and when their skins touched, they could feel the temperature in each other's bodies, as if they were going to ignite this cold night.
Nan Yan was still a little confused: "Your Majesty..."
As soon as I opened my mouth, I found that my voice was hoarse.
Of course she didn't know, she had been moaning and shouting all night, at this moment, the morning light came in through the window, and she was at a loss for what to do.
Zhu Feng was even more at a loss than she was.
Waking up from his chaotic mind, he found that he had arrived in the cold palace, and under him was the little girl who was about to be crushed by him.
She breathed weakly and lay in her arms.
Sweat covered her body, almost soaking the quilt, and what was even more shocking were the marks left on her body, extending from her neck, collarbone, to her thighs.
It can be seen that I was like a wild beast last night.
Zhu Feng was still a little dazed, he only remembered that he was in a mess and got here somehow, but the feeling of suffocation that haunted him like a nightmare slowly disappeared because of her being by his side .
It's just that she looks terrible.
Zhu Feng frowned, and his voice was a little hoarse, but because of the sweat on his face and the slight panting, he looked a little moving: "Are you okay?"
"..."
Nan Yan watched him quietly for a long time, then shook her head gently.
In fact, she was in pain and uncomfortable.
But she couldn't say it.
Because she faintly felt that what she experienced was the dream that once haunted Zhu Feng.
She knew that it made him very painful, but she didn't expect that it was like this.
It gave her an inexplicable, familiar feeling.
She said softly, "Are you okay?"
Although the two asked the same question, Zhu Feng's heart suddenly trembled when he heard her say that.
It was clearly herself who made her so scarred, but she asked herself "are you okay?"
Zhu Feng felt that there was something surging in his chest. It was a familiar, long-lost warmth, which made him regain his reason and even his emotions.
He reached out and took her into his arms again.
Only this time, the force in his hand was much gentler, making her press close to his chest so tightly that she could almost feel her heartbeat.
Nanyan suddenly felt the tip of her nose sore.
No matter how many quarrels and quarrels they have had before, it seems that as long as he gets close, as long as you get close, something will come back naturally, even if he loses his memory, even if he gets angry, it will not Change.
She gently buried her face in his arms.
In such a quiet morning, the mist poured in through the crack of the door, setting off this scene, it was so warm and heart-warming.
I don't know how long they have been cuddling each other like this, Zhu Feng lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Nan Yan."
"Um?"
"Come back with me."
"..."
Nan Yan's heart trembled slightly, and she raised her head from his embrace.
Zhu Feng looked at the empty and simple room in front of him, looked down at her again, his eyes were full of distress: "Go back to Yikun Palace."
"..."
Just as he finished saying this, he felt his originally soft body froze in his arms.
Nan Yan slowly broke free from her embrace.
Zhu Feng frowned.
"you are not willing?"
"..."
Nan Yan didn't speak, just lowered her head.
Zhu Feng's tone became more serious: "Could it be that you are still angry with me, or that you still don't trust me?"