She lowered her head subconsciously, but felt Zhu Feng's eyes burning on her: "You must know."
A warm hand stretched out and covered the back of Nan Yan's hand.
"...!"
Nan Yan was suddenly shivered slightly by the scalding heat of the palm.
The heartbeat also became chaotic.
"What, what?"
"do not you know?"
While talking, Zhu Feng slightly exerted his hand and grasped Nan Yan's hand. Nan Yan felt even more trembling, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Zhu Feng.
But he felt his hand forcefully grab her hand and picked it up.
"here."
"… ah?"
Nan Yan was taken aback, and hurriedly lowered her head, only to see that the place where her hand was pressing just now was a prominent position on the map.
As soon as Zhu Feng picked up her hand, it was exposed.
Yumen Pass!
This place, these three words made Nan Yan's heart skip a beat.
The two of them clasped their fingers together, and Zhu Feng leaned over again, covering almost half of her body, and one of his cheeks was about to touch her cheek—even if he hadn't stuck it, the radiance from his body belonged to him. The temperature, as well as his aura, had imperceptibly trapped Nanyan, and even made her unable to breathe.
But Zhu Feng didn't seem to know it.
He looked down at that place, and said calmly: "This is the most important pass for the trade between countries in the Western Regions and our Great Yan Dynasty."
"..."
"Before, this place was occupied by those bandits."
"..."
"Now, Ye Zheng needs to take it back."
"..."
"Not only to take it back, but also to hold it well."
"..."
"Because this place is not only of great significance to the caravans from countries in the Western Regions that came to our Great Yan Dynasty, but also to me."
Having said that, he slowly turned his head and looked at Nanyan.
The two are so close that even the breath smells of each other.
"Of course you know what it is, don't you?"
"..."
Nan Yan only felt that her mind was blank.
"What, what do you mean?"
Hearing Nan Yan's stuttering voice, Zhu Feng leaned closer to her again, and the two of them almost held their foreheads together, looking at each other very close to each other. He could see his own image reflected in Zhu Feng's deep and dark eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat.
And Zhu Feng said: "What's the meaning? Don't you know?"
"..."
Nan Yan's heart beat even more chaotically.
Even her breathing was messed up, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze, but at this moment, there was really nowhere to hide, her gaze flickered almost messily.
But Zhu Feng stared intently at her eyes.
Even though Nan Yan turned her face away, she could still feel his gaze, almost as if she could see through her body and soul.
That feeling made her shudder.
Zhu Feng said: "Don't you want to say it?"
"..."
"Didn't you already find all the spices in that sachet?"
"..."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He pressed questions sentence by sentence, as if he was closing Nan Yan off the road step by step. At this moment, she almost had no way out.
Zhu Feng looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Even if you don't tell me, I know why you won't tell me."
(end of this chapter)