Nan Yan opened her eyes wide in surprise, and after hearing these words, she suddenly understood.
So, it turns out he wasn't going to—
Immediately, her face became hot like a fire, King Yan just let herself go to the bedside to sleep at night, but she actually thought that King Yan wanted her...
It turned out that he was self-indulgent.
And, he said all those words.
For a moment, a strong sense of shame surrounded her like a raging flame in the cabinet just now. Nan Yan only felt that her mind was dazed for a while, and then looked up at Zhu Feng. She moved away from her body, sat on the edge of the bed, thought about it, seemed to find it funny, and looked back at her again.
The contempt on that face and the contempt in those eyes were clearly presented in front of his eyes.
He sneered and said, "There are many women who want to climb onto my king's bed, but not everyone can."
"..."
"Not to mention a woman like you."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan felt ashamed, and even more sad, remembering the self-righteous words she said to him just now.
How could she say those words
How could she think that King Yan was going to treat her—
At this time, Zhu Feng said coldly: "Still not getting up yet? How long do you want to lie on my king's bed?"
"..."
Hearing these words, Nan Yan hurriedly wanted to get up, but at that moment, all the strength in her whole body seemed to be sucked away. She struggled for a long time before she sat up reluctantly, and Zhu Feng had already reached out and grabbed her arm for a while. Pull, and lifted her whole body off the bed.
She staggered two steps before barely standing still. When she turned her head again, Zhu Feng was already lying on the bed. With a wave of her hand, she lowered the curtains on both sides.
He said coldly: "Hmph, enjoy your night and don't think about it."
"..."
"For you, I don't have such a good appetite."
"..."
Nan Yan was so ashamed that her whole body was shaking, and she could hardly lift her head. She gritted her teeth and slowly walked back to the bed and sat down. She was so sad that she could only bury her blushing face. between the knees.
Blame yourself, blame yourself for being sentimental.
It's no wonder that King Yan looked at him with such disdainful eyes. He is His Royal Highness King Yan, so how could he really treat a servant who offended him—
At this moment, Nan Yan was so ashamed that she could only wish for a crack in the ground to let herself slip in.
Lying on the bed, Zhu Feng listened to the thin, almost nervous breathing beside the bed, turned his head again, looked at the slender figure, and couldn't help but sneered again in his heart.
However, after the sneer, he felt a little uncomfortable.
He was right. There are too many women who want to climb into his bed. From the time when he was the prince in Jinling, to the king of Beiping, there are countless women, colorful, fat and thin. All kinds of ways to get close to him, even seduce him.
He is not keen on bed affairs, and he never refuses normal pleasures. But after all, he was born in the army. For him, being a golden and iron horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, is the one thing that makes a man excited.
but-
He doesn't want to be a thing.
It's another matter if others don't want to give it.
What's more, the one who didn't want to give it was the servant Si Nanyan who followed him every day, with low brows and pleasing eyes, who didn't dare to take a breath.
Division - south - smoke.
He silently recited the name coldly in his heart, and then slowly closed his eyes.