Before Nan Yan realized what was going on, she felt a burst of heat. Zhu Feng lifted up his wide cloak and wrapped her around her from both sides.
Only a small head was exposed, the nose was red, and the eyes were round, looking at him with a shocked expression.
It's like a little rabbit I raised when I was young.
He was careful in everything he did, and from time to time he showed a dull look that made him want to pinch her, but after pinching, seeing her in such pain, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
He didn't even know whether he wanted to hurt her or love her.
Looking down at her: "Is it still cold?"
"..."
How could Nanyan speak
Where is it still cold
His body temperature and breath followed the closure of the cloak behind her, enveloping her whole body, and for a moment, it wasn't just as warm as spring.
She felt like she was going to melt in the scalding heat.
Seeing that she was speechless, Zhu Feng was not angry at all. He just looked at her silly look who forgot to dodge her eyes, and felt the small body with soft jade and fragrance in her arms approaching him tremblingly. It felt like his already scorching body temperature was getting hotter.
He desperately needed to calm himself down.
But here, there is no tea.
So, I fixed my eyes on her reddened nose, and the thin lips that were slightly pursed, a little watery.
He remembered the smell—
So, thinking nothing, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Yes, it still tastes the same, her lips are soft and slightly cold, even trembling, letting him ask for it.
And he, as if he was afraid that she would catch a cold, kept tossing and rubbing those two thin lips. Gradually, her lips became hot, and even under his entanglement, her lips were slightly Gently open—
The sweet taste is the same as before.
Zhu Feng felt that it was not enough, not at all.
There was no strong fragrance of powder on her body, and no deliberate sweetness of rouge on her lips, it was just a faint taste that belonged to her, it was obviously so light, but he couldn't stop it.
His hands gradually encircled the small body in his arms, tightening tightly.
Why are you still so skinny
It seems that if you hug her harder, she will be broken by herself.
In fact, he did hear her soft whimpering, because the long and passionate kiss had almost made Nanyan unable to breathe, but he didn't know how to push her hand away—she didn't have the strength to resist, and even more so at this Indulging in drowning kisses.
Finally, Zhu Feng slowly let go of her lips.
When the lips of the two separated, a gust of cold wind blew by, and each other's breath turned into a mist, lingering together, and slowly dissipating in the air.
Zhu Feng looked down at her, looked at her misty eyes, and her thin lips became a little red and swollen under his ravages.
He whispered, "Is it still cold?"
"..."
This time, Nan Yan was very obedient and shook her head.
It's not cold anymore.
Not only was she not cold, she was almost as hot as the chest that was pressed against her.
And Zhu Feng finally didn't get angry at her anymore, he just looked at her in a daze, as if he was still indulging in the kiss just now and couldn't get out, he pursed the corner of his mouth and chuckled.
He said in a deep voice: "I want you to enter the harem and become my woman."
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart trembled again.
The mist that had been confused just now dissipated, she opened her eyes wide and stared at him blankly.