Nan Yan fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt that she fell into a warm, even hot embrace.
A tremor woke her up from the dream.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and the first thing she saw was a resolute chin.
In the blink of an eye, a familiar handsome face slowly became clear in front of my eyes. It was Zhu Feng holding her and walking towards the bed.
"The emperor..."
Her voice was a little sticky, because half of her mind was trapped in a dream, and she was not fully awake, and such a confused voice, in Zhu Feng's ears, brought a bit of sweetness.
"Why did you wake up?"
He looked down at her.
"..."
Nan Yan looked at him for a long time with a silly face, at this time Zhu Feng had already walked to the bedside, and gently put her on the bed, she seemed to be a little awake now.
"Why is the emperor here?"
"Why, can't I come?"
As he spoke, there was a bit of resentment in his tone, and as soon as he lowered his head, he bit her earlobe.
"ah-"
The slight tingling sensation made Nan Yan shrink back.
And Zhu Feng smiled again, moved her by the shoulder, not allowing her to dodge, and bit the other earlobe.
"Say, can I come?"
"Ouch!"
"Speak or not?"
"Can come, can come."
Nan Yan laughed and panted again, tears were about to flow out, and she put her hand on his chest.
After the two of them quarreled, she realized that her clothes were messier than before. Her shoulders, collarbone, and a large area of fair skin on her chest were exposed. Ambiguous breath.
Zhu Feng put his hands on her side and raised his head slightly.
Looking at her reddish cheeks below her, and her crookedly smiling, tearful eyes.
Involuntarily, his breath sank a bit.
And Nan Yan's face was getting redder and redder, she raised her eyes to look at him, and said softly: "Then the emperor is here, what are you doing here?"
Zhu Feng walked down her bare shoulder with one hand, and slowly untied her belt.
"Tell me, what am I here for?"
The rough palm carried his hot body temperature as he stroked it all the way, as if clusters of flames had been ignited on her body. Nan Yan was also burned by such flames, and gradually became fascinated.
Under his gentle touch, her body trembled slightly.
Breathing also became rapid.
"Um… "
A sweet low moan escaped from her tightly biting lips, she reached out and hugged him tightly, and slowly closed her two smooth little hands on his thick back, and couldn't help but grasped his clothes tightly, pulling gently with.
Zhu Feng's clothes were messed up under her random tearing, revealing his bronze-colored firm skin.
In dim light, it appears particularly powerful.
Especially when his back is slightly arched, his muscles are tangled, like a preying tiger.
At this time, the candle beside the bed burned out the last bit, and went out with a pop.
The entire Yikun Palace was plunged into darkness.
But the slightly shaking bed, and the occasional gasps and groans from inside made the night even hotter and more turbulent.
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I do not know how long it has been.
After shaking violently for a while, the curtain finally calmed down, and a cool night wind blew in from the half-covered window, blowing a corner of the bed curtain as well.
Nan Yan panted slightly, lying in Zhu Feng's arms.
Her sweaty skin shivered as she gasped.
The sweet kiss continues.
Under Zhu Feng's nibbling, her slender lips soon became scarred and even a little red and swollen.
Zhu Feng panted slightly and said, "Are you tired?"
"..."
What is the problem!
Is it possible that I have to answer by myself-not tired, come again
Even though the light was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, Nan Yan still gave him a blank look.
And Zhu Feng himself seemed to feel it too. After being blindsided, he smiled softly, lowered his head again, and kissed Nanyan's slender neck deeply.
Immediately, Nan Yan felt the surging power in him, which seemed to have returned.
Is this person a monster
It's been so long.
But, also, no wonder.
Only after he gave birth, even if the two of them were in the same room, they never had anything to do with each other, and he has always been very indifferent to other people in the harem.
It's not good to say, and I have been holding back for more than half a year.
Thinking of this, Nan Yan couldn't help laughing, and stretched out her hand to wrap his arms around his neck gently.
Biting his ear, he said softly: "Has the emperor heard of it? There are only exhausted cows and no plowed land."
"Yeah?"
Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw her lying under him, under the dim light, with a sly smile on her little face, like a goblin.
Suddenly, my lower abdomen became hot again.
It seems that I have been provoked.
"Then let me see how to cultivate this land."
He bent down, and in the darkness, Nan Yan let out a burst of laughter, and was carried by him to roll deeper into the bed.
This trouble, until the sky is dim and bright.
Zhu Feng sat on the head of the bed, looked up at the window, and found that there was already a little light from the sky on the window.
What, it's dawn
He himself was a little uneasy, he clearly said that he wanted to let her have a good rest, but it was him who was so inconsiderate.
Fortunately, Nan Yan, who was lying in his arms, didn't look too tired, and even happily grabbed his hair and played with her own hair.
Only when he wants to move, does he show a slightly painful expression.
After all, the whole body seemed to be scattered.
Zhu Feng hugged her immediately: "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Nan Yan glared at him: "It hurts everywhere!"
With a sweet tone and a bit of resentment, Zhu Feng couldn't help laughing, and lowered his head to bump the tip of her nose: "Who told me last night that there are only exhausted cows and no plowed land?" with?"
"..."
Nan Yanqi blushed.
No matter how good the land is, it cannot withstand his "farming".
We have to "plow" through the center of the earth, okay
Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng smiled even more happily, bowed his head and whispered in her ear: "You must not be bad, I still want to cultivate some good things on this land."
"What, good stuff?"
Zhu Feng had a smile on his breath.
"Give me a good son."
"But-"
"I know what you're going to say," Zhu Feng said, "I just want a son who belongs to you, belongs to me, and belongs to the two of us."
"..."
Nan Yan's heart was half sorrowful and half joyful. Although she still felt some grief over the loss of her son, with such a strong supporter by her side, she had indeed recovered a lot.
She is also looking forward to the future.
only-
She said softly: "Why do you want so many children?"