Nan Yan suddenly realized what she had just said.
This sentence was too ambiguous, as if he was inviting him.
But, with the conscience of heaven and earth, I just asked subconsciously, if this bed fell asleep by itself, what would he do with him
In an instant, her face was flushed red.
"I, I'm not—I'm not…"
Seeing her flustered look, Zhu Feng's heart suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle.
She is so flustered, I'm afraid she is still covering up...
Although the faint fire of karma in my heart has never been extinguished, but when I think of the way she rushed to her tent and crashed into her arms just now, she felt a little powerless.
This is the first time.
He, Zhu Feng, unexpectedly had times when he was powerless.
After being silent for a while, he said in a low breath, "You don't need to say anything, I don't want to hear it."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the other side of the tent, sat down in front of the table, picked up the military newspaper on the table, and read it.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the camp dropped to freezing point again.
Nan Yan's face was still red, but seeing Zhu Feng sitting on the other side, she was a little dazed.
Before, the emperor seemed to be intolerant of her existence, but now, he left her in his tent for the night, what was he thinking
Why, I am always inexplicably making mistakes
She couldn't figure it out, so she could only lie back slowly, looking at the cold face under the flickering candlelight, but just now, his hands were hot.
The touch left on the ankle seems to be still there.
Nan Yan's heart was in a mess, but she couldn't stop the bursts of tiredness, she slowly curled up under the quilt and closed her eyes.
Quiet camp, quiet tent.
Zhu Feng stared at the military newspaper, but he didn't see a word clearly for a long time. After some time, he heard the sound of even breathing in the darkness.
Putting down the military newspaper, Si Nanyan had already fallen asleep.
He got up, walked over gently, and walked to the bed, looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little girl.
How could a flower branch that was so slender and delicate, as if it would be broken by a strong wind, have the courage to rush into his tent in the chaos outside, under the shadow of swords and swords.
Isn't she the most afraid of death
He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and lightly fiddled with the messy hair on Nanyan's forehead. Because he touched her eyelashes, Nanyan couldn't help but shook his head and said softly: "No …”
Zhu Feng immediately withdrew his hand.
He looked at his thick hands that could only wield knives and swords, and frowned forcefully, feeling a little bewildered by his unseemly gentle movements just now.
What are you doing
He was about to leave immediately, but as soon as he turned around, he heard Nan Yan's low-pitched sleep talking behind him—
"The emperor..."
Zhu Feng's footsteps stopped suddenly.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the slender girl on the bed. She closed her eyes tightly and muttered slightly on her lips: "I, I want... to protect you..."
"...!"
At this moment, it seemed that being hit hard by thunder was not an exaggeration.
Zhu Feng's tall figure trembled in the darkness, unable to believe what he heard.
She said she was going to - protect herself
This little girl wants to protect herself
He was silent for a long time, then slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked her cool cheek.
After a while, he said in a deep voice, "You want to protect me?"
"..."
"But I didn't—"